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?

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

back beside Yvonne, ready to enjoy

few moments later, he picked up his phone again, fingers tapping with purpose. He shot Norton a quick message with Yvonne’s hospital room number

everything was in place did he finally allow

expected. By the time dawn crept into the sky, he was

for the night. Yvonne, meanwhile, lay in a restless slumber, her breaths shallow

to wake her, Norton eased the door open and slipped inside. His gaze softened the instant it landed on her pale, delicate face

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

Lɒtєѕτ чhɒρτєrѕ ιn gɑl?οvєlѕ.сo?

him out. Her lashes fluttered, and her eyes cracked

up at him, caught somewhere between confusion

why are

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