Henry was sitting out on the balcony, staring at the downpour and lightning storm in the distance.

“Grandpa…?”

Helen called out again, finally bringing Henry to his senses.

He turned and forced a smile. “Oh, Helen. What are you doing? Shouldn’t you be having dinner with your mother and the others?”

Helen was speechless as she saw that her grandfather had grown more wrinkles over what happened yesterday, and she simply dropped to her knees beside him.

“Oh, Helen.” Henry pulled her into his arms and tousled her hair as he groaned in pain. “Frank is such a wonderful kid. Why can’t any of you see that?”

“I know.” Helen sobbed. “But he’s so proud and stubborn. I told him to thank Mr. Graves, but he had to refuse, though Mr. Graves saved his life!”

“Mr. Graves? As in Chaz Graves?!” Henry did a double take and smacked himself on the forehead. “Oh, Helen—you’re such a fool!”

“Grandpa.?”

stupid to see the truth, and you’re no different? You’ve been

he ever been proud or stubborn? No. You’re

misery and frustration in Frank’s eyes every time she

afternoon, she

as he struck himself again. “Silly girl—you have to reconcile with Frank right

save us when

Helen sprang to her feet, wiping away her

as you understand that,

a thunderous bellow resounded

out

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