Chapter 87 - Part 2

Schuyler's P. O. V.

“I am telling you all these… In hope that despite what my son would do, you will welcome him as your family at the end of the day.” My forehead deepened as questions continued to bombard me.

“You are his family, I may be too, but we're not close so don't expect anything from me.” I stood up and was about to leave him alone when he suddenly held my wrist. With sharp eyes, I looked back at him. “Just because you helped me here, doesn't mean that I would let it go if you continue to annoy me.”

Slowly he let go of my wrist, but before I could even turn my back on him again, he spoke in a serious voice.

“I'm dying, Schuyler.” I froze to where I’m standing as my eyes locked to him. “It's not so obvious, but I am… dying.”

“Does Archie know?” My hand went to caress my head.

He shakes his head at me, “He will, eventually. For now, I want you to know first.”

“Why?”

He motioned the chair for me to sit back in. Sighing deeply, I sat back and listened to whatever he would say.