#Chapter325

-SOB

Zenobia"s POV

I sat next to my grandfather"s bed, holding onto his hand as he laid motionless. Tears filled my eyes. I couldn"t stand seeing him this way, fighting for his life. Moments ago, he was making a toast, now, he was hospitalize.

I sighed loudly and my father entered the room.

"Zen, you should get on home."

"I"m not leaving him."

"Trust me, dad will be fine."

I looked at my wrist-watch. 11:45pm. I stood up.

"Livingston is in the waiting room area. He"ll take you home."

"Will you call me if there"s any changes, be it good or bad?"

"I know how much you love him....