Jealousy

“Anonymous,” Ashley muttered and wondered who it could be but she couldn't think straight.

“Okay. Dad, where are you?”

“Am at Holly Host, with your mother.”

“What ward are you in?”

“Why are you asking that?”

“I am in Holly Host now, and am on the fifth floor where Cystic Fibrosis patients are being treated so where are you?”

“What? What are you doing there?”

“I came to see a friend, what ward are you in?”

“The tenth ward.” He replied and she hang up the call immediately, she walked downward and sighed on seeing the tenth ward, she walked in and saw her father sitting beside her mother.

“Dad.” She called and he smiled at her.

“Ashley, this is a blessing.” He said happily and she gave him a questioning look.

“How is it a blessing?”

“Because we don't have to worry about your mother's bills anymore, and the anonymous person paid for her lung transplant too, you don't even need that job anymore.”

“What? I can't quit my job and it is not a blessing. We don't know who the person is or the