The Love From Vengeance

Still at the hospital, I slowly walked into the room where my grandfather was. And seeing him in this state brought so much sadness to my heart. I felt guilty.

The doctor had informed me that my grandfather was seriously sick. I couldn’t recall the name of the disease, but the way the doctor explained the whole thing to me, it sounded really. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

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I noticed how my grandfather slowly opened his eyes. “Luke,” he uttered softly, and I didn’t hesitate to move closer to him.

“Grandpa,” I said, sitting on my heels, holding his hands. “I’m… I’m sorry.”

“Why are you saying sorry, my grandson?” He spoke inaudibly. “It’s not your fault.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you tell me you were sick? I would have taken you to one of the best hospitals.”

“Oh, please, Luke, I’m already an old man. If death comes to take me, so be it. I feel like I’ll be leaving this world at any moment.”

“Don’t say that, grandpa. We’ll get surgery done right away.”

“Do I have to remind you that I’m an old man?” He looked at me, exhaled deeply, and closed his eyes. “I don’t want you taking me anywhere for treatment. I just want you to do me a favor and fulfill my wish.”

“And what is that?” I asked slowly.

He leisurely held my arm. “Get married to Ariel.”