"Annabelle… P-Please… just do this for… for Grandpa… I'm begging you… okay?" Before Annabelle Linton could speak, she heard Patrick Grant's pleading voice.
Annabelle Linton looked at Grandpa.
Grandpa's breathing was shallow, his face deathly pale. It seemed as if every word he spoke drained him of all his strength.
All the kindness Grandpa had shown her over the years flashed through her mind.
She didn't want Grandpa to die. She didn't want him to leave her like this.
Annabelle Linton grasped Grandpa's hand, promising, "Okay, okay, Grandpa. I'll agree to anything. As long as you make it out safely, our family will live in the old residence, all of us together forever. But you have to promise me something too—you have to make it out safely, okay?"
Patrick Grant didn't answer. Instead, he squeezed Annabelle Linton's hand, gave a weak smile, and turned his face to look at Leona Grant.
"Leona, what about you? Can you promise Grandpa, too?"
