Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

The moment Trevon finished speaking, the man on the bed did not respond or offer a retort.

After a few seconds of silence, Trevon turned around and brought his grandfather a bucket of water. He wiped Theo's face and hands, then proceeded to comb his hair as well. Following that, he went to the closet and retrieved the clothes Rachel had prepared in advance, dressing his grandfather.

Theo had always been headstrong, so Trevon was certain he would not appreciate others helping him with dressing. Therefore, Trevon took it upon himself to assist.

He finished helping Theo wash up and get dressed.

He then took out his phone and called Jim. As soon as Jim picked up, he instructed, "Get the funeral service personnel to come to Wilson's residence." Silence lingered on the other end of the line. After a few seconds, Jim quickly said, "Alright, | will arrange it immediately." Upon ending the call, Trevon returned his phone to his pocket. After quickly checking on his grandfather in bed, he made his way to his parent's room with the intention of inviting the members of the Wilson's residence to bid farewell to his grandfather.

Despite Caleb not being in Theo's room, sleep eluded him in his own bed. Upon hearing a knock on the door, he promptly threw off the blanket and rose from the bed. Observing his weary son at the door, he immediately grasped the situation. Tears welled up in his eyes and eventually streamed down his face. Clenching the door handle tightly for support, he uttered, "I understand.

Go tell Natalie." "Yeah." Having returned to his room, Trevon nudged the person on the bed. "Natalie..." "Huh? Why did you come back? Has Daddy gone to see Grandpa?" Upon awakening, Natalie noticed the redness in Trevon's eyes. A sudden tightness gripped her heart, and an ominous feeling settled in her chest.

Her demeanor instantly shifted as she sobered up. She choked slightly before asking, "Grandpa... has he passed away?" As soon as she finished her words, tears streamed down her face, and she opened her mouth wide, struggling to find words for a long moment.

Trevon nodded. Although he did not appear very melancholic, Natalie could discern the sadness in his eyes. She was cognizant that, being a man, he refrained from expressing his current emotions through tears. "Have you reached out to the funeral service personnel? | have their phone numbers." She previously saved the number when she had arranged a funeral for her grandfather.

Upon hearing her words, Trevon once again regretted not attending her grandfather's funeral because of his pride. "I am sorry." They understood each other without having to say much. Natalie raised her hand and wiped her tears away. "There is no need for that. Let's deal with Grandpa's funeral first. He does not like to be high-profile, so we should try our best to cater to his preference.” Following the conclusion of the call with Trevon, Jim dialed Frank, who had been residing in Athana recently as he was aware of Theo's ailing health. Jim had informed Ava about this in advance.

groggy voice came through from the other side, suggesting that Frank had answered with his eyes shut. Jim went directly to the matter, announcing, "Theo has just passed away."

to the wardrobe to look for clothes, silently cursing Trevon all the while. It was evident that Hackett was deep in sleep

surgeries, answered promptly. "Go to the Wilson's residence.” Upon

did not want to wake Rose and the child up, he spoke very softly, "Hello." In reality, Edward hesitated before answering the phone. He was momentarily stunned before picking up, as it was the first time Frank had called him

Frank shared the news of Theo's passing. Having been notified, Edward was stunned for a few seconds before responding, "Okay, | will go get him." After hanging up the phone, Edward prepared to get up. Considering Trevon's generosity toward him and Rose, he chose a black suit from the wardrobe and put it on. Rose, waking up in a haze, discovered that Edward was already dressed. Feeling confused,

you looking for Hackett so late at night? Well, shouldn't you be staying with your beautiful wife?" Edward pulled Rose's delicate hand away from his chest

the Wilson's residence with Sherri

he passed away half an hour ago. Get some rest, okay? You still have to go to work tomorrow, after all. | will go over with Hackett." Rose had yet to process the information. Meanwhile, she assumed Natalie was devastated. Like a robot, she waved her hand, saying, "Go on. | am fine. Just go." "Okay, | will close the

head. In the meantime, Juana and Richard, in the adjacent room, hastily

him to the airport?" Richard asked, "Do you want Hackett to take you? Why don't | give you a ride instead? | suppose Hackett is sound asleep at the moment. Well, have there been any new projects lately? It doesn't seem like there are any overseas contracts that require signing." "Dad, | am not going on a business trip. | am going to ask Hackett to get up and go to the Wilson's residence." Juana said, "To the Wilson's... Theo..." With widened eyes and a sigh, she said to her son, "Just open the door and enter. Give him a shout." Afterward, she aided in unlocking the door. Entering the room, Edward found Hackett in a deep slumber, intermittently smacking his

He pushed Hackett's shoulder, but there was no response. He tried again, pushing harder, yet there was still no reaction. Eventually, he resorted to grabbing Hackett's shoulder and

at night? What's with you? Even if you fancy me, there's no need to visit in the middle of the night. You could have given me a heart attack.” After speaking, Hackett let out a sigh, suppressing the unfinished curses and scratching his head in

passenger seat, "Let's go." In the backseat, Hackett began to straighten his disheveled hair as he lacked the time to comb it properly. He resorted to running his fingers through the unruly strands, making do with the makeshift styling. Expressing his dissatisfaction, he said, "Trevon should have called. It is such a big deal after all." Richard commented, "Don't dwell on it. Theo has just left, and he is probably not in the best mood either. He is likely occupied with arranging the funeral. Considering it is early morning, you know, he probably did not want to disturb your sleep

number of pedestrians. One could discern only a handful of people, and the traffic consisted of very

the smooth traffic, the car quickly arrived