Chapter 155
Grace was already on her way to the hospital when she noticed a car following her through the rearview mirror.
The familiar license plate belonged to none other than Yancey.
Why wouldn’t he just leave her alone?
She took a deep breath and pushed the car’s speed to the max.
Yancey was unwilling to push her too hard, so he slowed down and kept his distance behind her.
When Grace finally reached her destination, she saw how run-down the place was. It would be hard to tell it apart at night from a haunted house.
She exited the car and immediately spotted an elderly man sweeping the courtyard. Despite the hospital’s dilapidated state, it was spotless.
It seemed someone made sure to clean the dust that fell from the walls every single day.
She hurried over, closing the distance to the elderly man, and couldn’t help but ask, “Sir, the ground’s already so clean. Why don’t you take a break?”
The elderly man with white hair, whose name was Paul Brown, looked up at her, his expression changing to one of recognition.
“Grace, is that you?” he asked.
Grace was taken aback. How did he know who she was?
“Yes, that’s me.”
Paul set down his broom and untied the apron from around his waist. “You haven’t been here in a year. How have you been these days?”
Grace held back her surprise and smiled faintly. “Pretty good.”
Paul’s daily life had its own kind of charm. The hospital’s interior was filled with flowers, and in the middle of it all was a small patch of open grass with a stone table and a few stone stools around it.
She followed Paul ahead and sat on one of the stone stools.
He said, “Sit here. I’ll make some tea. I’ll be right back.”
Grace quickly stood. “I’ll help you.”
“No need, just sit.”
She reluctantly sat back down.
Then, she spotted a shadowy figure from the corner of her eye. It was Yancey sneaking around.
Her expression darkened. She worried that he might ruin her moment of peace.
Luckily, he seemed to have some sense, walking over and sitting down without saying a word.
Grace couldn’t be bothered to ask him to leave. With someone like Yancey, the more she pushed back, the worse he made things.
Paul brought over the tea without batting an eye at Yancey’s unexpected presence.
Yancey, showing some manners for once, said, “Sorry to interrupt. Please, continue your conversation.”
Paul poured a cup of tea for Grace
and asked, “Are you here to see
Taylor again? He’s still the same. If it
weren’t for the money you’ve been sending over all these years, he’d have been long gone.
“This place was recently included in the government’s demolition plans, so they’re offering a large sum of money. But I promised you I’d take I care of Taylor, and I’ll keep that promise.”
Grace wanted to ask who Taylor was, but she would give herself away if she did.
She simply held the teacup, staying silent.
Just as she was about to speak,
Paul continued, “Grace, you’re a good person. It’s a pity that Taylor wasn’t born with good fortune. If he could wake up, he would probably be outstanding too.”
On the side, Yancey was losing his patience.
Who the hell was Taylor? Who was this person, and why was there so much about Grace that he didn’t know?
He wanted to ask, but a single glance from Grace silenced him. He could only suppress his frustration and purse his lips tightly.