Beyond the Divorce

I felt a twinge of unease. "Atlas is getting in touch with the best doctor we can find right now, Mom. We'll take you to the hospital for another checkup soon. If everything checks out, I'll take you back to look around your old place tomorrow. You can still stay here since there's people to look after you. It'll makefeel better too." She shook her head and did not speak. It looked like she was struggling to control her emotions.

"You know you can't rely on your son. How can you go back by yourself? I'll worry about you." I suddenly understood what she was thinking. Could it be that she sensed her twas running out? "Let's go to the hospital for another checkup, then we can decide what to do, okay?" I tried to comfort her. I didn't want her to worry too much.

"I'm fine. I just want to go home. I miss it so much. Otherwise, please just do one thing for me. Finda caregiver. I'll pay for it myself. I have the money." Grace held my hand, her expression filled with suppressed emotion. "What did I ever do to deserve a daughter-in-law like you, Chloe? But I treated you so horribly..." "Enough. Don't think about that," I said.

Just then, Ava pushed the door open and ran in. "Mommy, Uncle Atlas says everything's been arranged." I looked at the little girl. "Got it. I'll take grandma to the hospital, so you stay hand be a good girl, okay?" "I want to go with you and grandma to the hospital, mommy. I want to take care of grandma." She climbed onto the bed, pressing against Grace's legs. "Grandma's sick. I want to take care of her." Grace smiled, tears streaming down her face. "I'm glad I have such a good granddaughter." At that moment, Atlas appeared at the door and looked at Grace. "Let's go to the hospital, Mrs. Grace. I've arranged for the doctor to see you already." "No... don't bother. I just want to talk to Chloe." She looked at Atlas and continued, "Mr. Atlas, I know you're a good man. I entrust Chloe and Ava to you, and I believe you'll treat them well. They're great girls and they'll be your two lucky stars. You're blessed to have them, Mr. Atlas." Atlas suddenly smiled. "You're right, Mrs. Grace. They are my lucky stars. Rest assured, I'll take good care of them." "Thank you... thank you." Grace bowed her head over and over.

In the end, we all persuaded Grace to go to the hospital with us. Before leaving, I called Matthew to ensure he didn't miss what was going on.

He was already there when we et arrived at the hospital. The specialists in Foswood were all waiting for us. After the examination, the doctor delivered an unfavorable prognosis, saying that there was no hope for recovery. But they recommended hospitalization with medication to alleviate her pain and possibly extend her twith us.

After sdiscussion, we decided to leave her at the hospital to ease her suffering.

That night Grace insisted we go home, leaving Matthew to accompany her in the hospitalassumed she wanted to discuss posthumous arrangements with Kim. I didn't sleep well that night. I found Grace's neatly packed belongings in her room. It was clear that she really wanted to leave.

As I sat in her room, I reflected on her kindness towardsince I married Matthew, especially during the days when she had treatedwell.

My heart felt heavy.

The next day, I woke up early and prepared her favorite breakfast. also hired an experienced caregiver to look after her. After all, she needed someone by her side at all times. Neither of the two elderly women at hcould drive, which made it inconvenient for them to travel to and from to the hospital. When I went to the hospital, I found that Grace had been discharged.

The hospital room was empty. When I asked the nurses about it, they said she had left after the intravenous drip had finished last night. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

I was furious. I immediately took the caregiver withto the Murphy residence.