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 married to Frank for three years, and you still don’t understand

ever been proud or stubborn? No. You’re the proud and stubborn one,

she remembered the misery and frustration in Frank’s eyes every time

afternoon,

reconcile with Frank right now, or your mother and brother

can save us when that

feet, wiping away her tears as her

as you understand that,

however, a thunderous

Come out

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