Henry shook his head slowly, his expression entirely consumed by deep distress.
"No..." he whispered, running a trembling hand through his hair. "I tried my best to demand answers from your grandfather regarding his condition, but he stubbornly refused to tell me a single thing. It was only when I privately called your aunt, my sister, that she finally confessed the truth. She told me that my brother is currently suffering from a highly volatile, rare illness. I spent hours researching it online... it is a terrifying, deadly condition with a miserable prognosis. And now, your grandfather is deliberately weaponizing his illness just to hurt me. He knows exactly how deeply I love my twin brother; that is precisely why he is refusing to let me see him until I completely get rid of you."
He let out a ragged, frustrated sigh, the sheer helplessness written all over his face.
