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?

slip into another mental rant, his phone buzzed. It was a message from

back beside Yvonne, ready

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

after ensuring everything was in place did he finally allow himself

the sky, he was back—travel-worn, eyes shadowed with fatigue, but driven by unwavering

the hospital, Edmond had already retreated to his own room for the night. Yvonne, meanwhile, lay in

slipped inside. His gaze softened the instant it landed on her pale, delicate face against the white of the

gifts on the bedside table—tokens he had brought just for her. Then he pulled up a chair and settled beside her, gently taking her hand in his own. His touch was feather-light,

Lɒtєѕτ чhɒρτєrѕ ιn gɑl?οvєlѕ.сo?

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

blinked up at him, caught somewhere between confusion and

are you

offered a faint, weary smile, his fingers brushing over hers with quiet tenderness. “How could I stay away,” he