Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife - Chapter 691

Chapter 691:

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“Let’s not waste any time. Your grandmother needs you.” Earlier, during the car ride, Bobby had listened closely as Fannie explained her grandmother’s condition, his demeanor growing more somber with every word.

He carried her all the way to the elevator, only setting her down once they reached her grandmother’s floor.

As soon as the elevator doors slid open, Fannie darted out, scanning the hallway for the right room. It wasn’t long before her cousins spotted her.

“Fifi! Over here!” they called.

Fannie hurried over, her voice thick with worry. “How’s Grandma?”

“She’s been asking for you. You’re the last one she’s waiting to see.”

As Fannie navigated through the family members crowded around the room, the weight of the situation settled heavily on her shoulders.

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Fannie knew her grandmother’s time would come eventually, but she never imagined it would arrive so suddenly. The people in the room made way for her, and Fannie walked over to her grandmother’s bedside, kneeling down.

“Grandma, it’s me, Fifi.”

Her grandmother was already unconscious, her eyes unfocused. Her cousins had said she had been looking for her, but in truth, no one could understand the words she was trying to say.

Fannie held her grandmother’s hand tightly, fighting back the tears.

“Grandma, it’s me, Fifi!” she said, raising her voice, but her grandmother didn’t stir. Fannie’s heart twisted as the silence filled the room.

Bobby, who had been trailing behind, absorbed in the hospital signage, was jolted by Fannie’s cry of distress.

“Grandma!”

The somber wails of Fannie’s family echoed through the corridor.

“Mom!”

“Grandma!”

The sound of grief was overwhelming, filling the air and pulling Bobby into a painful memory—his own grandmother’s passing, just before he was about to enter middle school.

He stood frozen, a familiar ache swelling in his chest as he was swept up in the tide of mournful cries. Just then, a hurried passerby bumped into him, jolting him out of his reverie.

Bobby’s eyes met those of the apologetic stranger, who took a step back in surprise.

“Bobby? Why are you here?” the stranger asked.

Before Bobby could respond, Selma, out of breath from rushing, appeared and gave Jett a forceful shove.

“Jett, don’t just stand there! Go check on Fannie!”

As Fannie’s boyfriend, Jett bypassed the gathered mourners and went straight to the medical team. Both families had tacitly acknowledged the couple’s plans to marry, making his involvement now not only appropriate but expected.

Selma had hurried from the film set and immediately went to Fannie’s side, offering her a shoulder to lean on as the harsh reality set in.

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