CHAPTER 493

Regan and Russell’s eyes met. Russell had bigger eyes compared to his grandfather.

Russell obviously remembered who he was. Did the bouquet belong to him? He wondered. He then put the bouquet on a table and quickly rushed up the stairs. “Let me help you, sir.”

If someone offered help, Regan would have yelled at them saying he’s not that old yet, but because it was Russell, he did not say anything.

Russell held Regan’s left arm with both of his hands and helped him climb down the stairs slowly.

After coming down, Regan decided to sit at the table Russell had kept the bouquet at. He put the walking stick on the same table and exhaled audibly. “Only ten years ago, I could run up and down the stairs like a king, but now… my knees feel stiff. And my back feels like it might give up any second. Using the stairs becomes not just tiring but also a scary thing to pull off. The only good thing about it is that I’m sure I won’t live another five years, so I don’t have to suffer this old life for
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