As Zoe Sawyer and the others discussed Mr. Miller's condition, a faint voice called out from inside the room.
Everyone outside the room instantly fell silent, their attention fixed on the father and son inside.
Hearing his son's call, Old Man Miller quickly answered, "Yes, yes," and leaned in close. "I'm here, I'm here. Dad's here. Don't be afraid."
Mr. Miller struggled to open his eyes. When he saw the person he had longed for day and night standing before his bed, his voice filled with a profound sense of sorrow.
He apologized, saying he couldn't hold on any longer, that he hadn't earned enough money to treat his older brother's illness.
He said he was useless, that even at a time like this, he was still making his father spend money to come see him.
With a trembling hand, Old Man Miller stroked his son's hair. "No, you're the best. If it weren't for you, your brother wouldn't have made it this long."
