George thought for a moment and held his head up high. “Stop pretending, bitch. That old man is already so old. He’s practically half–dead already. Why are you still wasting money on him?
“You wouldn’t give me a single cent, but you pretended to be such a devoted granddaughter to him. That old fart was probably overjoyed when he saw me. He couldn’t wait to die!
“You think you’re being filial? You’re forcing him to suffer. He’s already so old. You’re just dragging on his suffering needlessly. See, I did him a favor-
Before George could finish that sentence, he was slapped across the face loudly.
However, it was not Melanie who hit him. It was Dylan,
Dylan was shaking from head to toe after she slapped him. Her eyes were red and swollen, and tears were still streaming down her face.
She jabbed a finger at George. “Shut up! That’s my father! How could you say such a thing?!”
“So what if he’s your father? He isn’t my father. I’m not going to spend my money on that decrepit bag of bones…!”
“Are you even human?!” Dylan rarely ever raised her voice like that. Perhaps her father’s death had finally sent her off the edge, so she did not stop attacking George even after the man fought back.
It was chaotic outside.
Melanie was looking at the commotion, but her hands trembled uncontrollably,
Her back was facing the ward door. She still did not dare to go inside.
It could not be real. No way.
As long as she did not open the door, Grandpa would be fine.
Before she left yesterday, her grandfather had told her that he craved the taste of Mrs. Zawn’s cooking.
She had even shown him what the new house looked like.
Melanie’s hand gripped the door handle tightly, but she did not have the courage to push the door open. It was as if there was an abyss behind the door. If she opened it, she would be completely devoured.
However, the hospital did not have time to waste on her.
When the nurse came to inform her that they had to remove the bed, Melanie’s face was as
white as a sheet.
Beside her, Xander squeezed her arm. “Go say goodbye.”
The last remaining thread in Melanie’s heart snapped. Teardrops rolled from her eyes, and she immediately raised her hand to wipe them away.
Yes, she had to say goodbye to her grandfather.
She could not cry.
Grandpa didn’t like to see her cry.
Melanie wiped her face haphazardly and slowly opened the door.
She tried her best to look light–hearted, but when she saw the old man lying on the bed, the corners of her lips that had curled up immediately fell.
It took a lot of strength for Melanie to press her lips tightly together. Even so, the tears in her eyes would not stop streaming down her face.
She reached out and carefully held her grandfather’s hand. There was still some warmth left on it.
Melanie could not take it anymore. She put her grandfather’s hand on her head, just as her grandfather had patted her head when she was a child.
Her voice was heavy with tears and sorrow. “Grandpa, are you abandoning me too now?”