Because he wanted to be a normal person, Old Mr. Jones appeared here.
Jay figured this out and couldn’t help but hook a smile at the corners of his mouth, “Grandpa, it’s a miracle to see you bow down for kinship in your lifetime.”
“Don’t believe it, do you?” Old Mr. Jones spoke up, “Not to mention you, even I don’t really believe it myself.”
It turns out that he can also live like this.
Once cared about those fame and money, all turned into a passing cloud, all no longer exist.
Today, there is only one thought left in his mind.
That is to let Nancy meet with herself again before she dies.
“This little wish, I believe God will help me too.”
Of course they will help, not only God, but Bonnie and others will help him too.
After discussing everything, Old Mr. Jones stayed in the ward.
After waiting for more than two hours, Nancy finally appeared with her things.
“Jay, don’t you like peaches very much, I got someone to buy some, they’re all peeled and cut up, come and try them.”
The moment she pushed open the door, Nancy’s smile froze at the corner of her mouth.
The tone was full of disbelief, “How did you get here?”
“Nancy …” Old Mr. Jones’ voice choked, “Are you okay?”
No one answered, only a boundless silence that lingered around the two.
Half a minute later, Old Mr. Jones spoke up again, trying to break the deadlock, “Don’t be angry, I just wanted to see how you were doing.”
“I’m going to die soon.” Nancy replied, her eyes sweeping coldly to Old Mr. Jones, “Soon to die, is that answer satisfactory to you?”
“I’ll get you the best doctor and the best medicine, even if it won’t stop you from dying, but at least, it will make you comfortable and feel better.”
“That’s enough!” Nancy interrupted him, her eyes filled with scarlet, “Don’t you feel hypocritical saying that, I’m dying and you’re just here to take care of me.”
What have you been doing?
If only, if Old Mr. Jones had cared about her earlier, maybe she wouldn’t have come this far.
“Miss Nancy,” Dzune couldn’t even listen anymore, “it wasn’t Old Mr. Jones who caused your current critical situation, it was Nathan.”
What does Old Mr. Jones have to do with Nathan’s poisoning?
“Even if Old Mr. Jones had cared for you very much from the beginning, he would never have approved of you and Nathan being together.”
So, the matter of poisoning will not change.
What’s the point of blaming Old Mr. Jones?
“You shut up!” Nancy’s eyes were scarlet as she snarled towards Dzune, “He caused this, if he had shown me a little more concern, I wouldn’t have gone down the wrong path by lusting after the little warmth Nathan gave.”
Do not take the wrong path, and will not die so early …
Ultimately, it’s all Old Mr. Jones’ fault!
“Miss Nancy …” Dzune still wants to argue.
Old Mr. Jones, however, reached out and stopped Dzune.
“Indeed it was my fault.” He admitted, “I’m sorry Nancy, I know it’s too late to say anything, and my apologies and explanations won’t help.”
So, he just wanted to make Nancy comfortable and feel better in her final hours.
“If you still have a grudge against me, this is for you.” Old Mr. Jones said, handing over a box with both hands.
The box was arm’s length, and with just one glance, Nancy changed her face.
Jay, who had been silent on the hospital bed, also froze, “Grandpa, what are you planning?”
Old Mr. Jones nodded, “That’s right, that’s the family rule, whoever does something wrong should be punished by the family law, and I’m no exception.”
Old Mr. Jones, who used to lecture others, is now being lectured by others.
“Nancy, all those years I’ve hit you, and all those years I’ve hit Jay, you hit them all back.”
There is no better way to show one’s apology than this.
“Do you really think I don’t dare to fight?” Nancy’s eyes were icy cold, “Less playing the emotion card, I can kill you with a few whips.”
“Then die,” Old Mr. Jones didn’t hesitate, “I’ll go first and go down there to help pave the way for you and keep those ghosts from bullying you.”