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Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty Four
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“Is anything wrong?” Serenity’s voice came out sharp, her expression already shifting from surprise to worry.

“Why did you just burst into the guest room like that?”

Upon hearing what Serenity just said.

The girl struggled to catch her breath, her eyes already welling up. “It’s… it’s your grandfather,” she stammered. “He… he was doing fine just a few minutes ago. But then… he just collapsed. He just fell to the floor.”

Serenity didn’t wait for the girl to finish. Her breath caught in her throat as she pushed past her and bolted out of the room.

Her heartbeat thundered in her ears.

‘No. No. This can’t be happening. He was fine. He was laughing just a few minutes ago. He was okay. Wasn’t he?’

Her feet slammed against the floor as she raced down the hallway. Her mind was spiraling, she didn't understand what was going on.

Could it be…? Could it be the medicine didn’t work? Did we miss something? What if… what if it’s worse than we thought?

Behind her, Elvis was frozen for a second. His
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