Adrian Quincy took her small hand, lacing their fingers together. "You'll know once we try. Let's go in."
"Mm." Claire Sinclair nodded, took a deep breath, and walked into the hospital room with him.
On the hospital bed, Old Master Quincy was still wearing an oxygen mask. He seemed to be sleeping lightly, for as soon as they entered, he opened his eyes. He slowly turned his head to look at the two of them, his eyes holding a deep, unreadable expression.
Adrian Quincy walked to the bedside and said respectfully, "Grandfather."
Claire Sinclair immediately followed suit. "Grandfather."
Old Master Quincy looked at his grandson, then turned to Claire Sinclair, his voice extremely hoarse. "Quinn, come a little closer. Let Grandfather get a good look at you."
Claire Sinclair nodded and took a step forward.
Old Master Quincy's brow suddenly furrowed, his breathing growing a little unsteady. "You really do look alike."
