Elias’s POV

The next day, Margaret was slowly guiding my grandmother through the hallway, heading toward the garden terrace. Grandma looked small—frailer than she had yesterday—her feet shuffling against the floor.

I stepped into their path, my eyes narrowing. "Margaret, isn’t it stressing her out to be walking around in this condition? She should be resting."

Margaret looked up at me, her expression a mix of exhaustion and frustration. "She was very restless, Mr. Lawson. She kept saying she wanted to walk around. I tried to tell her—"

"I said I wanted to see him, not walk around." Grandma interrupted, her voice thin but sharp. She looked at me, her...