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

go back to the nursing home and check the second drawer in the wardrobe.

would find, Candice drove there in

indicated drawer, Candice’s pent–up emotions

the floor, leaning against the cabinet,

her tears silently streaming.

each with a note in his handwriting. One was labeled,” Candy’s dowry,” and the other. “This is also for Candy,” with

give it to your mother. I’ve already given

r part.

the box, Candice cried quietly, feeling a

caressed the bank cards, envisioning Joe at his desk, carefully writing each word.

room until the evening, understanding his intent with the bank

cards.

himself and worried about leaving Candice unsupported in case

to the hospital.

the caregiver present, so she

at the door for a

Candice encountered the property management team

doorstep.

she queried, “Is there

to rent out your

questioned, “Renting out my apartment?”

the one who contacted us earlier, right? As a policy in our upscale community, we document the details of

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apologizing, “I’m sorry,

Kennedy?” the property manager

“There’s a misunderstanding. That’s

initially dubious, rechecked the details and realized a mistake in the floor numbers–confusing the seventeenth

apologized and departed, Candice

her. She remembered the property management mentioning that Alex had the authority to reclaim the house

the full brunt of her exhaustion as

slumped onto the sofa, quickly succumbing to

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