His After The Heartbreak (BL) Chapter 207: Going To Meet Her

Chapter 207- Going To et Her

TYLER’S POV

I could hear the receptionist’s voice behind , suddenly soft and desperate, begging for forgiveness. But I didn’t care anymore.

If I had really been poor—if my father wasn’t so big shot—she would’ve crushed with her heels and walked away like I was trash.

She and everyone else would’ve looked down on like I didn’t matter. That’s just how people are. Only nice to you when you have sothing they want. When you’re powerless? They act like you’re invisible. Or worse, like you’re disgusting.

I kept walking. My steps were slow but steady. The man in the suit led the way, moving quickly through the long hospital hallway. The floor was so shiny I could see my reflection. Everything slled like antiseptic and money.

After what felt like forever, he suddenly stopped.

I nearly bumped into him.

I looked at him, confused.

Why is he stopping? Aren’t we supposed to keep going?

We’re wasting ti, and every second feels like forever. I just want to see my mom.

"Sir, we’re here," he said with a polite smile, giving a small bow.

A bow.

He actually bowed his head.

Sir.

He had called sir twice now.

I blinked at him, unsure if I should feel flattered or weirded out. One thing was clear—my dad must be soone seriously important in this place for them to treat like this.

I wanted to tell him, "You don’t have to bow to ," but I didn’t.

Because I knew how that would go.

He’d argue that he must show respect. I’d argue back, saying it wasn’t necessary. Then he’d argue more. And boom—we’d be stuck here for the next thirty minutes, going back and forth over a damn bow.

And I didn’t have thirty minutes to waste.

I nodded instead, keeping my mouth shut.

Let it go, Tyler. The sooner you stop talking, the sooner you’ll see her.

God, I missed her.

I didn’t even realize how much until that mont.

My hand pushed the door open before I could stop myself. My heart was beating faster, not from fear, but from sothing else. I don’t even know what to call it.

Excitent?

Anxiety?

Maybe both.

But the mont the door swung open, all my emotions stopped.

I froze.

My mom... she was shouting.

At first, I couldn’t even hear what she was saying. My mind was too stunned to register the words. I just saw her—sitting up in the hospital bed, alive, awake, and... yelling.

And not just at anyone.

She was shouting at my dad.

And my dad—this man who always had the final word, who never let anyone speak over him, who always acted like the world owed him sothing—was standing there like a scolded child.

He didn’t speak. He didn’t argue. He just looked... guilty.

Really guilty.

I couldn’t believe my eyes.

This was the first ti I had ever seen him like this. Ever. My whole life, he’d always been an, cold and in control. But now? His head was low, and he looked like he was being dragged through the mud.

Should I leave them alone?

That thought flashed through my mind. Maybe they needed this mont, whatever it was. Maybe I shouldn’t be standing here watching like so stranger.

But I couldn’t move.

I couldn’t stop staring.

It felt too big. Like I had stepped into a secret I wasn’t supposed to see. A side of my dad that I never knew existed. One where he looked... human.

Honestly?

It’s about ti.

He needed this. He needed to be humbled. To finally be on the receiving end of the pain he always gave so easily.

Maybe now he’d learn what it ant to be a decent man.

She was shouting at him. Really shouting.

It was so loud and fast that I couldn’t even make out what she was saying. Her words were tumbling out too quickly, one after another, like she had been holding them in for years and they were finally exploding out.

She didn’t even realize I was standing there.

I stayed quiet. Just stood near the door, not moving a muscle.

Damn.

I shook my head slowly, letting out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. I didn’t want to just walk in and startle her. I didn’t want her to stop whatever she was saying just because I was there.

So I waited.

Is this really the sa woman they said wasn’t doing well? The sa mom they claid was barely recovering from surgery?

Because right now, she didn’t look like soone who was weak or tired or fragile.

She was sitting upright, firm, steady—and giving my father a piece of her mind.

Not just sitting. Owning the room.

I couldn’t help but smile a little.

That’s my mom.

I didn’t know what they were fighting about. But honestly? It didn’t matter. What mattered was that she was alive. She was talking. She had the energy to yell.

And that gave hope.

I stood there for about two minutes. Maybe more. I thought she’d eventually notice . That she’d look up and see standing there. But she didn’t. They just kept going back and forth, voices rising and falling like waves crashing against each other.

It felt like I was watching sothing private. Sothing that didn’t need an audience.

So I made a choice.

Maybe I should give them space. Let them say whatever they need to say to each other. When they’re done, I’ll co in and... we’ll have our mont. Our own ti. I don’t want to ruin this for her.

I turned away from the scene quietly and walked back toward the door.

My hand reached for the handle, and I gently opened it, just enough to step out. But sothing inside made stop before I pulled the door shut behind .

Don’t close it with your back turned. Just look back, make sure everything’s okay, then shut it softly.

So I did.

I turned around, standing halfway outside the room, with one hand on the door. I looked back inside to see where their attention was. Were they still arguing? Was my mom still yelling?

And that’s when it happened.

Silence.

Everything just... stopped.

No more shouting. No more words. Nothing.

It was so sudden it felt unreal.

Wait... did they actually stop arguing? Or is it just ? Maybe it’s the door making noise that confused . Or maybe they finally noticed I was there.

I stood still, not closing the door yet, just listening.

My head was slightly bowed, ear tilted toward the inside of the room. I was trying to catch even the smallest sound.

But still—nothing.

Okay... weird.

If they had stopped talking, then that ans I didn’t need to stand there anymore like a spy. I could just leave them be.

Yeah... great idea, Tyler. Let them have this. Just close the door, quietly. Don’t ruin whatever mont just happened in there.

I let out a soft sigh and smiled to myself.

Then, with one hand still on the handle and one final look at the both of them frozen in that quiet mont—I gently began to close the door.

Suddenly a voice stopped .