My Mirror Image

Chapter 0175

Silas moved aside, signaling Candice to come closer.

But Candice struggled to move her feet, her eyes fixed on her grandfather, lying weakly on the hospital bed.

She grew up with Joe. Her childhood memories with him were vivid. He would accompany her in puddle jumping on rainy days and kite flying on sunny ones, telling her stories and crafting toys. for her.

Now, her grandfather lay frail on the bed, too weak to even speak.

Joe had been a handsome man in his younger days, with both Yvonne and Candice inheriting his attractive features.

Candice was trembling. She stood beside the bed, gazing at the elderly man. The stroke had twisted his face, drooping one side of his mouth abnormally.

He appeared to be trying to communicate with Candice, his lips moving slightly.

Candice bent down. She put her ear close to Joe’s mouth to listen, but his oxygen mask and facial distortion made it difficult for him to speak.

She listened closely, but couldn’t decipher any words.

Joe’s eyes had turned cloudy and dim. He focused on Candice, a tear forming as his anxiety grew.

Candice’s eyes welled up, but she resisted showing her feelings in front of Joe.

She gently wiped away his tears with a tissue while attempting to sound cheerful.

“You’re over seventy. Why are you crying?”

Joe weakly raised his finger, silently gesturing to Candice to observe his hand movement.

Initially puzzled, Candice soon understood and positioned her hand under his fingers.

Joe could barely move his fingers, making each letter he wrote a slow, laborious effort.

Once he completed his message, his hand dropped to the bed, and he closed his eyes in exhaustion.

Before leaving the hospital, Candice arranged for a caregiver to tend to her grandfather. Kayla had

to the nursing home and check the second drawer

she would find, Candice

from the indicated drawer, Candice’s

the floor, leaning against the cabinet,

tears silently

had left two bank cards, each with a note in his handwriting. One was

it to your mother. I’ve already given

r part.

box, Candice cried quietly, feeling a deep sense of

envisioning Joe at his desk, carefully

until the evening, understanding his

cards.

tell her himself and worried about leaving

to the

the caregiver present, so she refrained from entering.

the door for

the property management team at her

doorstep.

“Is there

explaining. “Hello, are you planning to rent

aback, she questioned, “Renting out my apartment?”

community, we document the details of everyone

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aside, apologizing, “I’m sorry, but I’m not. aware

not Ms. Moira Kennedy?” the property manager probed.

hesitated briefly before clarifying, “There’s a misunderstanding. That’s not my name.”

rechecked the details and realized a mistake in the floor numbers–confusing the seventeenth floor with

manager apologized and departed, Candice entered her

sudden realization struck her. She remembered the property management mentioning that Alex had the authority to reclaim the house at any time. She wondered if Alex would allow her

feeling down throughout the day, Candice felt the full brunt of her exhaustion

the sofa, quickly

of the night, chilled, Candice realized she had been sleeping awkwardly on the sofa.