Chapter 889

John ultimately left Nana's room, but she wasn't letting go of his hand even in her sleep.

He had to firmly pry her fingers off, not caring that he seemed to wake her when doing so.

He turned and headed outside, his feet seemingly weighing tons.

The last three years suddenly felt like a dream; yet even though he had woken up from it, he was unable to escape.

He paused just outside a ward.

He had no idea that Cordy was staying in that ward, and was simply taking a stroll on a whim.

Yet he ended up here anyway, and he couldn’t leave once he arrived.

He stood outside the door, watching as Cordy got out of bed and into the wheelchair beside it.

Dicky was just typing the password on his laptop when he heard the commotion. He turned towards her and asked, "Mommy?"

own, don't worry,” she told him softly, not noticing the man

lie—too much was weighing on her heart and suffocating her,

that would make her miss

fact, she couldn't help wanting to see him again now

about to wheel herself out when she saw Patrick sound asleep on the couch, exhaustion

been sweet on her, and there were times she

bed, pulling the blanket off it with considerable effort, and gently

and wiggled, murmuring, "Don't worry, Cordy. I'll always be at your side...

felt an aching in her

he was still flesh and blood. If there was anyone whom she owed anything in this world, it

she couldn't reciprocate

Patrick, she turned and headed towards the door, only to see John

actually afraid to

a while, until Dicky broke

up to John excitedly,

the boy had

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