Chuuya hated the fact that you, his own child was sick because of his negligence. Because of work he didn’t paid much attention to you, and now you are suffering because of his actions. But he wanted to fix that more then anything.

It’s been four years, and you are still lying in your bed, and you’re already twelve. Chuuya slowly opened your door and brought some pills. “Dear, I brought your medicines.”