Sweet Divorce

“Rita?” Grandpa Jim looked at the girl sitting beside hissickbedwith worriesfilled in his eyes. “Be careful! You waist has not recovered and you should stay on the bed.”

“But I miss you so much.” She acted like a spoiled child, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“You are a good girl.”Grandpa Jim compromised with affection, but turning around, showed a stern face to Liam.

“You should take a better care of her. If she didn’t recover well and soon, you’ll be punished with the family rules.”

Then Grandpa Jim turned to her and helped her stand up immediately, “The floor is so cold that you shouldn’t sit there. Come and sit beside me.”

Feeling his overwhelming tenderness, Rita almost shed tears.

Being alive again, Grandpa Jim still doted on her.

“Rita?”

Noticing she was in a trance, he called her name again.

She recollected her thoughts instantly and sat beside him.

On that day, they had a long conversation. Only when she was with him, Grandpa Jim burst into laughter instead of being solemn.

The conversation lasted so long that it consumed Grandpa Jim’s energy so he was visibly weary.

She stood up in a hurry and helped him walk to the bed for a rest.

“It seems that I don’t have much time left. I got tired so easily.” Lying propped on the bed, he sighed.

Hearing this, Rita became anxious, frowning at him, “It’s not true! Don’t say that, please. You’ll livea long life.”

Grandpa Jim smiled quietly with dismay in his heart.

He knew his body more than anyone else, realizing that he would die in the near future.

Grandpa Jim looked at her with contemplation and tried to tell her something, opening his mouth but finally he said something else, “Ask Liam to come here. I want to talk to him.”

“Grandpa, I think you had better sleep for a while first.”

“Sleep…” He’s afraid that he would not wake up forever if he slept. But knowing that she would be unhappy if he told that to her, he just smiled with love, “I will forget what I want to tell him.”

She promised

Liam, she helped put the quilt on

“Grandpa, what’s wrong?”

Jim glanced at the cold man with

you

well.” Liam said

am not blind. I

Jim frowned, and kept scolding, “Be honest to me. What’s wrong with

what happened

her so much that she is

“I know.”

Jim paused and continued seriously, “However, if she refuses to forgive you and makes up her mind to leave, I hope

with

looked up at the sky, murmuring to himself and seemingly to Liam

and therefore lost her happiness. I hope that

Jim’s room at the second floor, Rita was holding back her tears but finally failed. Her

“Rita?”

the voice of confusion sounding behind,

turned back to see Michael walking in with a medical

He took a glance at her waist, frowning, “Why didn’t you

matter.” She

her smile

didn’t matter? He could well

and Lillian barked their skin during climbing a tree naughtily and she burst into crying with a twisted

also she could speak of the wound smiling. A couple years later, she was no longer the girl who was so

You still need to apply the ointment to your waist, which can help remove the blood stasis. I guess that

of the ointment, she was

that he would be so clear about the use of her

him as a doctor to remember this. After all, they themselves prescribed the medicines and ointments and

Rita was not

been run out and I am going to take more

“My pleasure.”

gores? You are just to give Grandpa Jim a simple check.” Holding a plate of fruits, Mrs. Davis

of bringing all kinds of medicines