Chapter 928

It was the first time I had the chance to see Gilbert's face clearly. My childhood memories were blurry, but I wasn't close to him when I was little, either. He used to dislike me and called me a filthy wench. After he disappeared, all the pictures of him we had left were also blurry. When I met him in person later on, I thought he looked familiar, but I didn't think much of it. I only recognized him as Cindy's father, Gilbert. I never looked at his face closely. He was lying quietly on the hospital bed. His complexion looked pale even when compared to the white of the pillow. His face was marred with wrinkles. He was so skinny that his cheeks were hollow. He was frowning even in his sleep. His brows were deeply furrowed. All the signs on his face showed that he hadn't been living a comfortable life. He even looked drained. Not only was his face filled with wrinkles, it was also covered in wounds and scratches. Although the wounds weren't deep, the bloody sight looked morbid.