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.?”

in disappointment. “Haven’t you been deceived enough? Gina and Peter are both too stupid to see the truth, and you’re no different? You’ve been married to

proud or stubborn? No. You’re the

remembered the misery

afternoon,

girl—you have to reconcile with Frank right

save us

feet, wiping away her tears

as you understand that, we still stand a chance.

thunderous bellow resounded from

out

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