Chapter 98 Making Trouble

For Yourself

Eric took a steady breath, pushing his emotions aside before speaking.

“Grandma, please have some faith in Ernest. Have you forgotten how strong he is? He survived a coma–do you really think a bit of rehab will slow him down?”

His words resonated with Nyla, stirring something deep within her.

A slow nod accompanied her sigh. “You’re right. Ernest has always been the responsible one. From the time he was little until now, he never gave me a reason to worry. He excelled at everything he did…”

But as her eyes shifted toward her younger grandson, her expression darkened. “Unlike you! You do nothing but give me headaches!”

A flicker of something unreadable crossed Eric’s face, disappearing just as fast as it came.

“Well, naturally,” he said, flashing his usual careless grin. “He’s the older brother. I’m the reckless younger one.”

“Pfft-” A surprised laugh escaped Nyla despite the tears still clinging to her lashes. With a playful flick to his forehead, she chuckled. “You little troublemaker. Now that your brother’s awake, you’re acting like a little brat

again!”

With a longing sigh, she expressed her hope for Ernest’s swift recovery. “It’ll be easier for you too, once he’s better, right?”

Eric nodded. “Yes, Grandma.”

Throughout the night, they kept vigil in Ernest’s hospital room.

The next morning, Nyla, with Eric’s assistance, helped Ernest get ready for the day.

Ernest’s cheeks reddened from embarrassment, though he couldn’t utter a word yet.

Nyla instantly understood the situation.

Having raised the boys herself, she knew them well.

“You’re shy with your grandma?” She chuckled. “Both you boys, I’ve been cleaning up after you since you were

little-”

“Grandma!” Eric interjected, his hands occupied with a basin. “Not me! Why drag me into this? I was the perfect child!”

Eric’s claim. “Perfect? Really now,

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Chapter 98 Making

meant to

“Please, your brother’s the tall one at

little shorter.”

half–playful, half–serious. “Grandma,

argument from his bed, a

to Ernest, sitting beside his

advised starting with basics like sipping water, as he still had a

gently, spooning water and bringing

to swallow carefully, though a trickle of water still escaped the corner of his

lips. “Take it easy, brother. You’re making

a knock at the door.

waiting for a reply, Linda burst in, her

“Ernest…”

paused by his bed, catching her breath.

discreetly moved

her makeup from the previous night’s shoot. Her face bore the marks of a grueling

and murmured his name, taking his hand gently and resting her forehead against his, her

he tried to speak,

time. I’ll be here, waiting to hear all you want

a look at the tender scene unfolding before them. Their silent exchange conveyed a

room, her

“What have the doctors

responded gently, gripping Linda’s hand in a comforting gesture. “The doctors urge patience, my dear. We should consider it a miracle that

as she committed aloud, saying, “No

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her resolve firm. “I need to reduce my workload to devote more time to caring for Ernest.”

Eric had a chance to reply, Nyla

you. Don’t

through. You’ve endured so much these past few years,

in Linda’s eyes, but her smile

Eric spent the night at

he

you, dear,” she said as he handed it to her.

“You’re welcome.”

them was unusually light that day.

surfaced. “Oh, by the way, have you told Hadley that Ernest is

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