Chapter 0032 Carolines POV : After receiving the devastating news about my father , I frantically called the local police department to know more about my fathers case . A sick man had tried to kill my father and I desperately needed to know why . The department was frustratingly limited in the information they gave me , they noted that cameras outside of my fathers house had caught something crucial to the case : footage of the perpetrator coming in and out of the home at the time of my fathers brutal attack . Great ! So you know who did it ? I asked , my voice steeped in hope . The reply I got was hesitant , a sign of even more bad news to come . Unfortunately , we dont , she said . His face was completely covered by a mask , so we cant get a read on his identity . Well continue to investigate the case as diligently as possible , but we dont know who the perpetrator is as of now . Oh … in that case , please keep me updated , I begged . The woman kindly assured me she would , and with that , I was left in silence . Tears were brimming in my eyes at the hopelessness of my situation . Mustering up the courage , I decided to visit my dads room . To my relief , he was stable enough to take visitors , but his condition was far from good . I struggled not to break down then and there when I walked into the room and saw that bandage wrapped tightly around his head , right where hed been hit . Even unconscious , he looked gaunt and troubled , as though the stress of everything had taken a horrible toll on his body . I approached his fallen form , sorrow washing over me in waves as I witnessed him . While mourning his comatose body , I decided to speak to him . It may seem hopeless , but if there was a chance he could hear me , it was still worth a shot . I carefully took his hand into mine, giving it a tight squeeze as rivers of tears flowed down my cheeks . Dad , I whispered , my voice cracking with my distress . Can … Can you hear me ? I so badly wished that he would just wake up . I wanted him to look at me and smile at me with that familiar twinkle in his eye . I would give anything for him to hug me and tell me that everything would be alright , and that he loved me . Instead of the father I cared for so much , there was just a fallen , unable to move or speak yet still blessedly alive . Im sorry , I told him , wiping away my messy tears with my free hand . I have so many regrets , dad . I wish Id never loved William , and Im so sorry you got hurt because of how naive I was . I love you so , so much As I tenderly whispered my love to my father , a doctor entered . Oh , Miss West , she greeted with surprise , coming over to my fathers side to carefully check on his condition . Im sorry 1/2 +25 BONUS you have to see your father like this . I know it must be very hard . I sniffled and swiped at my tear stained face . Do you think my father will wake anytime soon ? I croaked . Were not sure , the doctor replied . The wound to his head caused some major nerve damage . All we can really do is wait for a miracle , A miracle ? I rasped , feeling my stomach sink . What do you mean ? Hesitation plagued the doctors words as she looked at me with nothing but sorrow . When she spoke ; it was to deliver yet more bad news onto the ever growing pile . Your father is already showing signs of being in a vegetative state . We can provide more efficient treatments to try to slow the progression of the damage done , but its extremely expensive . The daunting expenses meant nothing to me when my dads life was on the line . My fathers life was priceless . Please , just save him , I begged . I dont care about how much it costs . I just want my father back , and Ill pay any price . Ill find a way to raise the money . Sympathy gleamed in the doctors eyes as she nodded and acquiesced . Heres a rundown of the medical expenses . The doctor dove into a detailed explanation about each of the medical procedures and their exorbitant prices . The sheer cost of it all left me in shock , but I had no choice . I tearfully signed off on letting the doctors proceed with these new medicines without hesitation , knowing it was the only chance my father had at ever coming back . As the doctor diligently checked my fathers condition , I heavily scrutinized all the clues surrounding my dads case . When I endeavored to narrow the possible suspects that could have hurt him , my mind drew a blank . Who could possibly want my father dead ? Could it be creditors ? No , that didnt make any sense , I reasoned . How would they get money from a dead man ? The suspect had to be someone with an enormous grudge against my father someone with a hatred so great that they saw no choice but to kill him . To my growing horror , there was only one person I could think of who hated my father that much . I didnt want to believe it , but I could see no other options . Could my dads attack have something to do with William ?