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

instructing her to go back to the nursing home and check the second drawer in the

would find, Candice drove there

the indicated drawer, Candice’s pent–up emotions overwhelmed her.

the cabinet, clutching the box, her head buried

her tears

Joe had left two bank cards, each with a note in his handwriting. One was labeled,” Candy’s dowry,” and the

your mother. I’ve already

r part.

Candice cried quietly, feeling a

at

evening, understanding his intent with the

cards.

enough to tell her himself and worried about leaving Candice unsupported in case something happened to

returned to the hospital.

present,

for a

upon arriving home, Candice encountered the property management team at her

doorstep.

queried, “Is there a

are you planning to rent out your apartment? We’re here to record the

she questioned, “Renting

community, we document the details of everyone coming in and

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gently pushed the property manager aside, apologizing, “I’m sorry, but

you not Ms. Moira Kennedy?”

briefly before clarifying, “There’s a

dubious, rechecked the details and realized a mistake

manager apologized and departed, Candice

management mentioning that Alex had the authority to reclaim the house at any time. She wondered if Alex would allow her to stay there after

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

onto the sofa, quickly succumbing to sleep.

up in the middle of the night, chilled, Candice