"I'm going to visit your boss in the afternoon, are you there?" As soon as the Ford was on Highway 110, a message from Belus appeared on the data device.

"I'm here. Have an after-work drink together? Foley says into the data.

"Okay."

Representative Foley is vaguely aware that Beruus was likely the first to listen to Samel before telling him about his condition. There were a few times in Berus's house, when the words "I'm sick" almost came out of Forlì's head.

If it had been Ephia, she might have already told the secret. After going to the hospital to see Jose in the morning, Foley felt nervous and lonely after leaving the hospital this time, and seemed to be eager to find someone to talk to about it.

Secrets are a wonderful thing, Foley thinks, and it never existed to be guarded, but only to wait for the person who took it in, so that the devil of the secret could be put from one heart to another, so that the person who had the secret would be much easier.

If you had told your mother the secret from the beginning, instead of waiting until the end, when death gradually shrouded in front of the window of the mother's bedroom on the second floor, where you would set up camp and finally break the mother's last lifeline. If you hadn't kept everything in your heart from the beginning, would things have changed?

"Foley, I haven't slept for seven nights in a row, seven whole nights."

"Impossible Mom, you just didn't sleep well."

"I know everything that happens in the night, Foley, you don't know that night is far brighter than day, and everything is more vivid and prominent."

Representative Foley asks his father, does his mother really can't sleep all night? My father shook his head and said that he didn't believe what his mother said.

After a few months, no one in the family believed the mother's repeated description of the night. Everyone has had insomnia to some extent, but a patient who couldn't sleep for seven days and nights in a row, no one believed that she could still live well and express herself soberly.

They believe that it is impossible for people to go without sleep for so many days, that the mother is always in bed at night or during the day, she just can't tell when she has fallen asleep, maybe it's just that the sleep is too short, she fell asleep ten minutes ago and woke up ten minutes later, maybe her father's coffee is still steaming, she feels that time has not moved forward, she thinks that she has not fallen asleep.

The doctor agreed, saying that the cancer showed no signs of spreading further, and that the situation was as bad as it was six months ago, but now that it was six months later, it was not too bad in any case.

Half a year later, an incident that had been hidden in Foley's mind for half a year did seem to have become two completely different things.

At first, he was afraid to go home, especially to talk to his mother, who seemed reluctant to talk about it, and she was very satisfied with the handling of the surgical dispute, although she had to find a better private hospital for follow-up treatment.

"I don't need any treatment, isn't the surgery done?"

"Yes, if it weren't for the anesthesia accident that happened to the robot, it would have been the same as before."

"yes, it's all the damn machine."

"But it's also the quickest to deal with emergencies."

"Well, I really don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing for you to get along with these things in the future."

"Accidents are a minority, after all."

"They're scared that the FDA will pay attention to it."

"Of course, this will affect the launch of new products."

The mother was proud of this, and she accurately grasped that the robot company did not want to make a big deal out of it, and would definitely agree to the patient's compensation request. What's more, the mother really let out a terrible pant at that time, and her voice was even deeper than that of a man. Maybe it's really some kind of psychological factor, and the mother's voice is good a few days after receiving compensation.

Surgery, disputes, compensation, for more than half a year, Foley did not feel how difficult it was to hide the truth of the condition, although he was very scared when the dispute occurred, afraid that once he sued the hospital, his condition would be known to his mother, he was anxious for a few nights, and finally confused the past, maybe the lawyer had those materials in his hands, but obviously the content that had nothing to do with the case The lawyer did not want to take a second look at it at all.

Like many of his fellow lawyers, the case goes directly to the case analyzer, and the information that worries Representative Foley is elegantly filtered by the best plan.

His mother didn't seem to think about the report of the full body examination, and he kept it in the data device and didn't tell anyone until after his mother's death.

In the end, he simply lied with his eyes open, refusing to admit his mother's suspicions about his illness.

He is confused by the truth he constructed again and again, the truth is a lie, and Representative knows that his mother does not believe it, does not believe everything, but he cannot go back to the beginning, he can only tell the lie to the end.

"Your mother's illness looks serious." It was the first and last time that Samel saw his living mother since she married him.

"Yes."

"How can thyroid cancer be so serious?"

"She's not in a good mental state, she's been saying she can't sleep, and I suspect she has some kind of mental problem."

"Depression."

Foley looked at Samel in surprise, a word he hadn't thought of.

"Is she uninterested, sometimes lifeless, sometimes grumpy? Often thinks about death or death-related things, and even, does she have extreme suicidal behavior? ”

"She committed suicide."

"Didn't you take her to the psychiatric department?"

"She refused all treatment."

"She doesn't want to live."

"She didn't want me and my father to live well."

"You can't say that about her, Foley."

Samel was a little angry, this was the first time Foley had heard Shamel speak loudly, as if to blame himself. Even if you are older than me, you can't use such a tone of instruction, why should I be blamed?

Representative Foley feels aggrieved, he has always felt that he is right, at least not wrong, because he has endured too much, silently guarding a secret that he has to doubt every day whether he should be guarded, a simple medical report, but because of the initial concealment, it has become his torture every moment, and then everything is just the beginning, everything, suicide, insomnia, and bad mood seem to remind Representative that his decision at the beginning was wrong, and it was Foley's mistake that led to everything that followed.

"Why can't I say." Representative Foley sits on the floor, book after book scattered across the dark gray short-haired carpet, reading the science fiction he once read is the only way to get Representative to fall asleep again after being woken up by his mother.

"She's sick, you should take her for treatment, you can't let her wait at home..."

"She didn't even think about living for me, if she wanted to, she should be recuperating like a patient."

"Isn't she supposed to look like a patient, she's sick, can't you see?"

"I can't see, what else can I do, I've done so much."

"Foley, you've let me down."

"You and my mother say exactly the same thing."

It was the only time he and Samel had argued, and it wasn't long before Foley remembered it again and couldn't hold back his regrets.