“Hmph! You two, get out!” The old man huffed like a mischievous child, randomly tossing objects at Bella Thompson.
Seeing this, Aria Douglas advised, “Ma’am, why don’t you and the young master leave for now? If the old man gets too worked up, it wouldn’t be good.”
Bella Thompson suppressed her anger, coolly casting her eyes at Aria.
If she hadn’t looked carefully, she almost wouldn’t have recognized her.
This woman was one of Daniel Marshall’s bodyguards. Her appearance had changed slightly, likely from plastic surgery.
It seemed that Daniel Marshall had firmly taken control of the old man’s hospital room and had complete domination over the old man’s affairs.
Deciding against a direct confrontation, Bella Thompson left with Matthew Marshall.
The old man continued to be fussy, refusing to change his blanket, “Call Olivia. I want to see Olivia.”
“Sir,” Aria placated in a hushed tone. “Let’s call her later. The young lady is busy right now.”
Huffing angrily, the old man pulled a grim face and ignored everyone.
Aria Douglas was out of ideas and ended up calling Olivia Jenkins.
It had been a while since she last talked to Aria. When she heard that Aria had been disfigured by Fiona and Daniel had sent her overseas for treatment, Olivia didn’t expect she would get a call from her.
“Aria, how are you doing?” Olivia’s voice trembled slightly with emotion, a small smile playing at the corner of her mouth.
“Ma’am, I’m doing well; I’m back. I’m taking care of the old man at the hospital. He’s very worked up, keeps demanding to see you, refuses to eat, or let people change his soaked blanket. Perhaps you could come to see him? Currently, there are only me and two male bodyguards in the ward, no one else.”
After a moment’s hesitation, Olivia responded, “Alright, I’ll try to come by when I have a moment.”
…
No matter who tried to soothe him, the old man ignored them, remaining sullen.
The weather was chilly and his blanket was wet. Aria was worried that he might catch a cold, but he still refused to let anyone change it, clutching it tightly.
Suddenly, Olivia Jenkins stepped through the door, bringing a fruit basket with her.
“Grandpa!”
Upon hearing the familiar voice, a smile immediately spread across the old man’s face. “Olivia! You’re here! Sit!”
“Let me change your blanket first.”
Whoosh! The old man let go of the blanket, allowing Olivia to take it away.
Hastily, Olivia replaced it with a clean one.
“Grandpa, let me feed you some porridge.”
He readily agreed and obediently finished the porridge that Olivia fed him.
Then, Olivia fed him some soup.
“Olivia, you must come visit me often. I don’t like those annoying people. You can’t despise me for being an old wretch.”
A faint smile crossed Olivia’s beautiful face. In a gentle voice, she said, “Whenever I have time, I will come to see you. When I’m busy and not in the ward, you also need to eat obediently. Can you promise me that?”
After a moment’s thought, the old man gave a small nod, “I only eat the food you prepare for me. I won’t eat anything those annoying people bring.”
“Understood. We have a deal.”
The old man grabbed Olivia’s hand, “Olivia, you can’t leave.”
Following his injury, the old man sometimes behaved like a child. Olivia did her best to comfort him. “I won’t leave. I’ll take you outside for a walk and get some sunshine. Does that sound good? It’s not so cold where the sun shines and the weather is quite nice today.”
“Good!”
After wheeling him around the garden, Olivia just sat down on a bench when Daniel Marshall unexpectedly appeared.
“Grandpa!” Although he was ostentatiously greeting his grandfather, Daniel’s gentle gaze fell on Olivia.
Olivia remained silent, not even looking at Daniel.
The old man beamed, looking back and forth between Daniel and Olivia, “Daniel, sit.”
As Daniel sat down next to Olivia, she stood to cover the old man with the blanket.