97.

“What do you mean by that? What of it? She’s still your fiancée – your future wife! Are you trying to make my blood boil?” Grandpa Azhe choked in his anger and started to cough fitfully. This incited him into uttering expletives, “You are definitely trying to piss me off on purpose!”

“Grandpa—”

He roared in exasperation over the phone, “No more nonsense! I’m giving you 20 minutes to return home pronto!”

Beep, beep—

The line went dead.

Weston’s expression abruptly turned sullen.

…

Youyou awoke in a sweltering hot afternoon.

Opening his eyes, he discovered that he had unknowingly been moved to another ward.

And a deluxe room at that.

Extravagant furnishings, elegant design, and high-quality equipment – a luxurious environment had actually been created in a hospital ward, which was complete with a lounge, a study room, and a washroom.

He scanned the room, only to find His grandpa sleeping in the accompanying bed. The latter looked exhausted as he huddled in his clothes and let out soft b