I have forgotten my wife and the fact that she has passed away.

At this moment, Anthony felt so confused and helpless.

Anne looked at him and said, "I'm moving soon, Dad."

Anthony looked at her, not understanding what she meant.

Anne said again: "I am leaving London immediately."

Anthony: "Really? Why?"

Annie: "We talked about this, do you remember?"

There was a brief silence. Anthony didn't seem to know what she was talking about.

Yes, how could he remember? He didn't even remember that his wife had passed away long ago.

Anthony: "Is that why you've been actively arranging for this nurse to live with me? Well, apparently so. The rats are abandoning the sinking ship."

Annie: "I don't live here anymore, Dad. I can't come see you every day, you have to understand."

Understand what? Anthony knows.

As a daughter, Anne, as the daughter of a father with Alzheimer's disease, may also be a pain for her.

Anthony suddenly looked vulnerable.

Anthony asked tremblingly: "You want to leave? When? I mean...why?"

At this moment, he seemed to think of something, but also seemed to think of nothing at all.

He can understand that his daughter wants to leave him.

Anne told her father that she had met someone, a man.

But his father Anthony looked a little surprised!

Annie sighed: "You don't have to sound so surprised."

Anthony explained: "No, it's just...since your...what's his name?"

"James."

Anthony: "Yes. You have to admit, since James, there haven't been many... Putting aside these things, what does he do?"

Anne: "He lives in Paris. I have to move there."

Anthony was a little surprised: "What, you? Going to live in Paris? You wouldn't do that, would you, Anne? I mean, wake up... they don't even speak English."

After silence.

Anthony asked again: "Do I know him?"

Anne looked at her father with a complex expression: "Yes, you have seen him."

Anthony was silent again, trying to remember.

Unfortunately, he seemed to be unable to remember anything, let alone that he had ever met this son-in-law named James.

Anthony was a little helpless: "So, if I understand correctly, you are going to leave me. Is that right? You are going to abandon me..."

Annie hesitated for a moment, then tried to comfort him: "Dad..."

He suddenly showed an expression of extreme anxiety.

He was a little flustered: "What should I do?"

Anne approached him with a gentle expression. This was her father, and she loved him as he once loved her.

But she couldn't leave all her time to him.

"You know, this is very important to me, otherwise I wouldn't go. I... I really love him."

Anthony fell silent again and said nothing.

"I will come back to see you often, on weekends, but I can't leave you here alone. It's impossible. That's why. If you refuse to be taken care of by others, I can only..." Anne was a little helpless.

Anthony asked: "Only what?"

This time Anne was silent. She didn't answer, or she couldn't bear to answer because it was too cruel to her father.

Anthony still continued to ask: "What can I do?"

But his tone seemed a little panicked.

"You have to understand, Dad."

"What can you do?"

She lowered her eyes and remained silent with a little guilt.

Anthony still persisted in asking: "Annie...what can you do?"

But this time he was still met with silence, and his daughter left.

Anthony stood in front of his bedroom window. He watched his daughter cross the street and leave the block of apartment buildings without looking back.

He couldn't digest the fact that his daughter - his biological daughter - was threatening him in this way.

He turned back from the window and sat on the bed, thoughtful and worried.

At this time, the audience was also a little confused, guessing what Anne would do?

The camera turned, and in the kitchen, Anthony turned on the radio, a Verdi aria came out, and he hummed along.

He started making tea.

There were shopping bags on the table. Anthony seemed a little surprised. Who put them here?

He looked at the contents of the shopping bag and decided to put them in the closet. He seemed to have a handle on the situation.

There is a poster on the wall, a landscape painting of a lake somewhere in France.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of the door closing in the apartment. He pricked up his ears. He turned off the radio and listened intently.

There were footsteps, someone was in the apartment.

He hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to do. To embolden himself, he picked up a fork.

He walked out of the kitchen.

He walked cautiously towards the place where the sound came from.

Anthony asked in a low voice: "Annie?"

He heard another voice, this time coming from the living room.

Anthony asked again: "Is anyone there?"

He opened the door. In the middle of the room, a tall stranger about 50 years old with dark skin was checking emails on his mobile phone. The man glanced at him without any special reaction, and then continued to look at his mobile phone.

The audience was also a little confused, who is this person?

The man looked at Anthony with concern and asked, "Is everything okay?"

Anthony looked wary and confused: "Who are you?"

Apparently he didn't understand why a stranger appeared in his home.

The man looked stunned: "What?"

Anthony asked: "What are you doing here? What are you doing in my apartment?"

The man looked at him in surprise.

Man: "Anthony, it's me... Paul."

Anthony obviously still didn't recognize him, or in other words, didn't remember him: "What?"

The man looked surprised: "You don't recognize me? It's me, Paul."

The man who called himself Paul took a step towards Anthony, forcing him to take a step back.

Anthony continued to ask: "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

The man was speechless: "I live here."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Anthony was even more speechless: "You?"

The man nodded affirmatively: "Yes."

Anthony repeated: "Do you live here?"

"Yes."

Anthony was a little crazy: "You live in my apartment? This is the funniest joke. What are you talking about?"

The man was a little helpless. He didn't know how to explain it to him, so he said, "I...I'll give Annie a call."

The man saw Anthony's confusion and explained - your daughter.

Anthony: "Thank you, yes. I know who Anne is! Do you know her? Are you her friend?"

When there was no answer, the man started dialing.
To be continued...