"Okay." Annabelle gave him a faint smile, then lowered her gaze and continued to eat, her face devoid of any other expression. "We'll make time to go look at houses in a couple of days."
'Looks like once Leona Grant is discharged in a couple of days, I should talk to Grandpa about moving out.'
Aaron Wyatt couldn't help but smile when he heard Annabelle agree.
He placed a piece of food on her plate, then asked as if he had just remembered something, "Annabelle, is he still in the hospital?"
"Who?"
"You know, him."
Aaron Wyatt looked at her, his lips pursed and his clear eyes filled with worry. "When I came to the hospital earlier, the nurse at the front desk told me he was admitted. She said he specifically requested you to take care of him. He hasn't done anything to you, has he?"
That one question wounded Leona Grant to the core.
In that instant, all his anger, jealousy, and frustration were doused as if by a bucket of cold water.
'He hasn't done anything to you, has he...'
