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.?”

Gina and Peter are both too stupid to see the truth, and

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

words, and she remembered the misery and

just this afternoon, she also saw

as he struck himself again. “Silly girl—you have to reconcile with Frank right now, or your mother and brother will

can save us when that

sprang to her feet, wiping away

long as you understand that, we still stand a

however, a thunderous bellow resounded from

out

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