After Charlie left his grandfather's place, he decided to visit Fiona at the hospital, hoping to find some solace in her company. But when he arrived, he was met with a surprise. Doctor Stephen informed him that his parents had transferred Fiona to their family hospital, citing concerns about her lack of rest at the current facility.Charlie's eyes widened in disbelief as he processed the news. He couldn't understand why his parents would do such a thing, especially given their strained relationship. He felt a surge of frustration and anger, wondering if they were trying to control every aspect of his life.Just then, his phone rang, breaking the tension. He hesitated for a moment before answering, his heart racing with anticipation. He took a long, deep breath before clicking the answer button."Hey, Mr. Thompson," Charlie said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Why have you called me? I thought you'd disowned me. We shouldn't be talking. In fact, you should have deleted my number by
Alice's eyes widened in shock as she demanded to know what had happened. "What's going on? Why are you having a tough day?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.Charlie's face twisted in anger and hurt. "I was disowned by my father," he spat out the words, his voice trembling with emotion. "I'm no longer a part of the Thompson family. I just want to start minding my own business."Alice's eyes nearly popped out of her head in disbelief. "You mean you're disowned?" she repeated, her voice incredulous. She couldn't fathom how a parent could reject their own child.Charlie nodded, their jaw clenched in frustration. "Yes, that old man disowned me because of that idiot Michael." His eyes flashed with anger, and his voice rose in indignation. "I am very mad right now. I can't believe my father would believe such lies and turn his back on me."Alice's expression softened with sympathy. "Oh, I'm so sorry. That must be really tough for you." She reached out and placed a comforting hand on
Alice's eyes widened in shock as she demanded to know what had happened. "What's going on? Why are you having a tough day?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.Charlie's face twisted in anger and hurt. "I was disowned by my father," he spat out the words, his voice trembling with emotion. "I'm no longer a part of the Thompson family. I just want to start minding my own business."Alice's eyes nearly popped out of her head in disbelief. "You mean you're disowned?" she repeated, her voice incredulous. She couldn't fathom how a parent could reject their own child.Charlie nodded, their jaw clenched in frustration. "Yes, that old man disowned me because of that idiot Michael." His eyes flashed with anger, and his voice rose in indignation. "I am very mad right now. I can't believe my father would believe such lies and turn his back on me."Alice's expression softened with sympathy. "Oh, I'm so sorry. That must be really tough for you." She reached out and placed a comforting hand on
The next dayCharlie drove down the winding road, the excitement in his voice palpable as he pointed out landmarks to Alice. "And that's the old oak tree, Grandpa's favorite spot! And there's the creek where we used to fish!" Alice laughed and chattered, her eyes shining with joy.As they turned a corner, the scenery shifted from lush greenery to a rundown neighborhood. Alice's expression changed from delight to disbelief. "Wait, Charlie, are we in the right place?" she asked, her voice laced with skepticism.Charlie nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, of course! Grandpa lives in that building." He gestured to a weathered apartment complex.Alice's eyes widened in surprise. "That's...unbelievable," she said, her tone tinged with concern. "How can your grandpa live in this...discarded area when you guys live in a luxurious house?"Charlie scoffed, his face defensive. "What's wrong with this place? It's got character! And Grandpa loves it here."Alice's gaze softened, her eyes filled with em
"I'm telling you, there's nothing weird, everything was normal aside from Josephine being missing when we got here," Charlie replied, his frustration evident.The detective nodded thoughtfully. "I see. Did your grandfather have any pre-existing medical conditions or diseases he was suffering from?"Charlie furrowed his brow, trying to think. "I don't know if Grandpa had any illnesses he was dealing with. He's a very strong man, aside from his asthma, and he's always carrying his inhaler with him."The detective's eyes lit up with interest. "Asthma, you say? That's important to note. Did he experience any severe attacks recently?"Charlie shook his head. "Not that I know of. He's always been careful with his condition, and Josephine was always there to help him manage it."Detective George nodded sympathetically at Charlie and Alice. "Okay, Mr. and Mrs. Thompson, thank you for the information. The doctors will determine the cause of your grandfather's sudden death. My officers are curr
Alice stood tall, her eyes locked on Mr. Thompson, her voice laced with a mix of apology and pleading. "I know you don't like me, sir, but please, I ask you to forgive him in his behavior. This is a hard reality for him to accept."Mr. Thompson's expression remained stern, his eyes unyielding. "You don't have to convince me, Alice," he said, his voice firm but hinting at a deep sadness. He turned and walked away, leaving Alice standing alone.Just then, Leo rushed towards her, his face etched with concern. "Alice, what's going on? I just got a call from Charlie and he sounded upset."Alice sighed, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "It's a long story, Leo. But basically, his grandfather was murdered, and Charlie didn't take it well."Leo's eyes widened in shock. "I'm so sorry, Alice. That's devastating news." He reached out and took her hand, offering a comforting squeeze. "Are you okay?"Alice nodded, her eyes welling up with tears. "I'm trying to be, Leo. But it's hard to see Charlie
As soon as Leo spotted a nearby restaurant, he pulled into the parking lot and brought the car to a stop. "I'll be back," Charlie said, his voice low and gentle, as he opened the door and stepped out onto the pavement.Despite the lingering pain of his grandfather's sudden passing, Charlie's concern for his wife and unborn child remained unwavering. He pushed aside his grief and entered the restaurant, determined to get Alice the food she needed.As he walked in, the females in the restaurant couldn't help but stare. Whispered comments and admiring gazes followed him, "He's so cute," "Look at those piercing eyes," and "What a charming smile." But Charlie remained focused on his mission, tuning out the distractions and making his way to the counter.His rugged good looks and charming presence commanded attention, but he remained oblivious, his mind fixed on Alice's needs. With a quiet intensity, he placed his order and waited, his eyes fixed on the door, eager to return to his wife's s
Charlie's footsteps echoed through the silent hallway as he made his way to his grandfather's room. The funeral had just ended, and the weight of his grief was crushing him. He pushed open the door and stepped inside, his eyes scanning the familiar space. The room was a testament to his grandfather's life, filled with memories and mementos. His gaze landed on a framed picture of his grandparents, taken in happier times. They were smiling, their eyes shining with love and joy. Charlie's heart ached as he walked closer, his fingers reaching out to touch the glass. He traced the outline of their faces, his mind flooding with memories of the stories his grandfather used to tell him.He remembered the way his grandfather's eyes would twinkle when he spoke of his grandmother, the way his voice would soften when he talked about their love. Charlie's eyes welled up with tears as he remembered the laughter, the adventures, and the quiet moments they had shared."Grandpa," he whispered, his