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

hand, instructing her to go back to the nursing

of what she would find, Candice

indicated drawer, Candice’s pent–up emotions

the cabinet, clutching the box, her head buried in

tears

with a note in his handwriting. One was labeled,” Candy’s dowry,” and the other.

your mother. I’ve

r part.

box, Candice cried quietly, feeling a

Joe at his desk,

evening, understanding his intent with

cards.

and worried about

to the

present, so she refrained

at the door for a

home, Candice encountered the property management team

doorstep.

she queried, “Is

property manager approached with documents, explaining. “Hello, are you planning to rent out your apartment?

she questioned, “Renting out my apartment?”

us earlier, right? As a policy in our upscale community, we document the details of everyone coming in and going out. We’d

+15 BONOS

pushed the property manager aside, apologizing, “I’m sorry, but I’m not.

Ms. Moira Kennedy?” the property manager probed.

before clarifying, “There’s a misunderstanding. That’s not

a mistake in the floor numbers–confusing the seventeenth floor with the eleventh.

manager apologized and

mentioning that Alex had the authority to reclaim the house at any time. She wondered if Alex would

felt the full brunt of

slumped onto the sofa, quickly succumbing to sleep.

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