The Price of Filial Piety

Summary

After my year-end bonus hit my account, my husband, Liam, and I went out for the omakase dinner we'd been drooling over for ages.

We hadn't even taken a few bites when my mother-in-law called.

She was sobbing, out of breath:

"Your dad... went to the hospital today."

My husband panicked and shot up from his seat:

"What's wrong? What did the doctor say? Stop crying and tell me first..."

My mother-in-law rambled on, starting from three days ago when my father-in-law chipped his tooth on a hard bone, all the way to how cold the doctors at the hospital were.