Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 1122:

“Hello, Grandpa. Is something wrong?” Concern colored his voice.

Edmond barked, “You need to come back right now!”

“Why? I’m still at work,” Norton said, puzzled. Yvonne shot Edmond a glare, trying and failing to smother her laughter.

Edmond’s voice rose, indignant. “Work? If you don’t get back here soon, someone else might just charm your wife out from under you! Your job can wait—what matters now is going home and being with your wife!” Yvonne let out a quiet sigh.

On the other end, Norton fell silent, piecing things together from the tirade.

“Got it,” he finally said, then hung up.

“That blockhead!” Edmond grumbled, staring at the screen. He shook his head with a weary sigh. This foolish grandson of his—would he ever learn what was truly important?

another mental rant, his phone buzzed. It was a message from Norton. A screenshot of a

allow himself to relax. A faint smile settled across his face as he leaned back beside Yvonne, ready to enjoy the TV show. But no matter how hard he tried, the unease lingered in the

again, fingers tapping with purpose. He shot Norton a quick message with Yvonne’s hospital room

in place did he finally allow himself to

into the sky, he

to his own room for the night. Yvonne, meanwhile, lay in a restless slumber, her breaths shallow

not to wake her, Norton eased the door open and slipped inside. His gaze softened the instant it landed on her pale, delicate face against the white of

a few small gifts on the bedside table—tokens he had brought just for her. Then he pulled

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sleep too light to keep him out. Her lashes fluttered, and

blinked up at him, caught somewhere between confusion

why are you

fingers brushing over hers with quiet tenderness. “How could I stay away,”