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?

he was about to slip into another mental rant, his phone buzzed. It was a message from Norton. A screenshot of a plane

as he leaned back beside Yvonne, ready to enjoy the TV show. But no matter how hard he tried, the unease lingered

shot Norton a quick message with Yvonne’s hospital room number

place did he finally

time dawn crept into the sky,

he stepped into the hospital, Edmond had already retreated to his own room for the night. Yvonne, meanwhile, lay in a restless slumber, her breaths

slipped inside. His gaze softened the

brought just for her. Then he pulled up a

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light to keep him out.

caught somewhere between confusion and

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a faint, weary smile, his fingers brushing over hers with quiet tenderness. “How could I stay away,” he said, “when you’re pushing yourself like