137. Admitting the Mistake

"Sir?" a servant who was sitting on the couch, sighed.

After seeing Max's nod, the young girl rushed out of the room. She knew that the man needed privacy with Herbert who was still lying on the hospital bed.

As the servant left, Max stared at his father in silence. The old man seemed to be sleeping soundly. However, when the son arrived at the bedside, those wrinkled eyes slowly opened.

"Max?" Herbert's breath raised the dew on the mask covering his mouth. A second later, compassion began to cloud his vision.

"How are you, Dad? Is your body healthier?” Max asked, trying to curl his lips.

Unexpectedly, drops of sadness began to flow down the old man's temples. With ragged breaths, he raised his hand, hoping to reach his son.

"Why did you give me your liver?" Herbert asked in a slightly indistinct voice. "I don't deserve to be saved."

Knowing the burden borne by the father, Max brought his face closer. Grasping Herbert's hand, he