Fit For Your Love

"Grandpa."

Belle answered the phone.

"Belle, come to my room."

"Okay, grandpa."

Belle was about to hang up when Wade added, "See if Brayden is awake. If so, ask him to come to me with you."

Belle looked at Brayden and said, "Brayden is here with me. We'll come soon."

"Yes."

Wade hung up.

Belle looked at Brayden, "Grandpa asked me to go with you to his room."

Grandpa only mentioned her and Brayden, without Olivia.

Brayden's expression changed slightly, "Well, let's go over now."

The two of them went to Wade's bedroom.

Not long after they went to Wade's bedroom, the next door opened.

Everett came out in a suit.

He looked at the door of the next room and then went downstairs.

Brayden and Belle arrived at Wade's bedroom. Wade had dressed up and sat on the sofa with his walking stick.

He seemed to be waiting for them.

Seeing Wade, the two of them walked over, "Grandpa."

"Grandfather."

Wade looked at them, especially Brayden, "Take a seat."

They sat down.

Wade's eyes fell on Brayden's face, "Did you have a good rest?"

"Yes. How's grandfather?"

Brayden looked at Wade with solicitude in his eyes.

His grandfather was getting old. Although the elderly hadn't minded the matter of life and death anymore, they still hurt when the person they cared about was about to leave them. They even felt stronger than the young people.

"It's okay. Don't worry."

"Grandfather, you need to take care of yourself."

"Yes, I know."

Belle looked at Wade, who obviously had something to say.

She couldn't help but ask, "Grandpa, is something wrong?"

"Yes, something's up."

Wade looked at her, "Everett didn't go to the wedding that day. Did he do anything?"

No one had told him about that, but Mr. Weston knew everything even in the situation.

Belle stiffened.

Brayden lowered his eyes and looked up at Wade, "No, grandfather."

When he answered, Wade looked at him as if he had seen through everything with his discerning eyes that had witnessed too much in his life.

"Really? Didn't he do anything?"

Brayden replied, "Yes, grandfather."

As if Everett didn't take away or hurt Olivia. It was as if everything Everett had done to Olivia was an illusion.

Wade nodded.

"Got it."

When Belle heard Wade saying this, she felt nervous for some reason.

"Grandpa, what's wrong?"

Why did she feel like grandpa hadn't said something that he wanted to say?

It made her anxious.

Of course, Wade recognized Belle's anxiety, but he didn't say anything more. He said to the two of them, "Go back. I'll go to the hospital to see my old friend." He stood up with his walking stick.

Belle hurried to hold him up, "Grandpa, I can go with you."

"Yes."

As they walked out of the room, Brayden watched them disappear.

Even though grandfather didn't say anything, he had known everything.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Especially since grandfather knew Everett, he probably guessed that Everett would take some steps.

Grandpa knew what to do.

Brayden went back to his room. When he stopped at the door, he thought of something and looked at the time.

Then he turned around and went downstairs.

Olivia woke up naturally. When she woke up, she realized that Brayden was not in the room.

Olivia was confused. Had Brayden got up?

"Brayden?"

No one responded to her. It looked like he was out.

Mr. Wright just passed away. There were a lot of things to deal with. She thought Brayden should go to the hospital.

Olivia got off the bed to wash up and then left the room.

She meant to wait for Brayden in her room, but she thought of Everett when she saw the balcony outside.

So she didn't want to stay in her room.

Olivia went downstairs to the yard.

Servants were passing by there from time to time, but they kept their footsteps very light, not breaking the silence. Olivia looked around, her eyes glinting.

In the ancient house, both the architectural style and the design of the garden were created by masters. Rockery, flowing water, bridges, and pavilions could be seen everywhere. The scenery here was very beautiful. But soon, Olivia stopped somewhere.