Chapter 889

John ultimately left Nana’s room, but she wasn’t letting go of his hand even in her sleep.

He had to firmly pry her fingers off, not caring that he seemed to wake her when doing so.

He turned and headed outside, his feet seemingly weighing tons.

The last three years suddenly felt like a dream; yet even though he had woken up from it, he was unable to escape.

He paused just outside a ward.

He had no idea that Cordy was staying in that ward, and was simply taking a stroll on a whim.

Yet he ended up here anyway, and he couldn’t leave once he arrived.

He stood outside the door, watching as Cordy got out of bed and into the wheelchair beside it.

Dicky was just typing the password on his laptop when he heard the commotion. He turned towards her and asked, “Mommy?”

my own, don’t worry,” she told him softly, not noticing the man at

lie—too much was weighing on her heart and suffocating her, so she wanted to

make

couldn’t help wanting to see him

she saw Patrick sound

sweet on her, and there were times she truly felt a soft

blanket off it

worry, Cordy. I’ll always be at your

aching in

blood. If there was anyone whom she owed anything in

couldn’t reciprocate his

she turned and headed towards the door, only to

moment, and was actually afraid to get close in fear that she really imagined

each other for a while, until

Dicky ran up

Dicky, noting that the boy had grown much taller

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