Eight Kickass Uncle Sweet Spoil

Eight Kickass Uncle’ Sweet Spoil By Amber Arnold Chapter 602

Chapter 602 The infatuated Old Man and the Impetuous World

The old man paused, and the look on his face was even more lonely.

Susie looked at the old man’s hand, only to see that his fingers were missing a section, and the fingertips were bald.

She still clenched tightly and led the old man away.

The old man let Susie hold his hand, and when he regained consciousness, he was already sitting on a public chair by the sea.

“What’s the matter?” Susie asked.

The old man’s cloudy eyes were covered with a layer of wet mist, “Grandpa, I can’t hold it anymore.”

“I miss my wife very much. It’s meaningless to live alone every day.”

Susie comforted: “But if grandma is still here, she definitely doesn’t want to see you like this.”

The old man sighed sadly: “Yes, but what does it matter, she must have waited too long. I don’t want her to wait too long.”

Alana and Craig sat on the side, Kellen leaned on the fence by the sea. turned his head and looked into the distance, blowing the sea breeze.

Susie saw that there was no desire to live in his eyes, he was really lifeless, without any vitality.

She thought for a while and said, “I can help you and let you see grandma.”

“But you have to tell me what my grandma’s name is and where she is from…”

The old man glanced at her, suddenly lost and smiled.

“Are you here to listen to the story?”

was puzzled, come to listen

man said to himself: “In the past

it, I can also tell you one last

time, and after this time, there’s no need to say it

time. It was painful to recall every

speaking out, is even

Liam.” The old man

were very in love when we were young, and we often met to go boating by the lake. She likes

that I will definitely take her to the most beautiful and largest lake to row a

in our hometown is built, we will go back…to live with our

in the

one expected that a sudden earthquake destroyed the

“Liam is buried below…”

her name, digging desperately into the ruins, his ten fingers were bald and dripping with blood, but he still couldn’t dig

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out.

looked at

his fingers are

found her again, she was pressed under the reinforced concrete

alone, supporting both

and has no children. He lives alone, and the older

man passing by heard about my story and came to me and asked if I could make this story into

hoped that she would always live in the

away in such an unknown

passed away, and after he died of old age, no one would know that she had ever been in this

the short story was filmed on

asking him to tell the same story over and over again, and

her hands, and said softly, “You can

his eyes were cloudy and empty,

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