Eddy Sherman rose from the wheelchair, his gaze directed toward the empty door outside, finally resting on Chad Yakov.
"Yeah, I told my parents I wanted to stay here with my grandmother." Chad Yakov reached out to support Eddy Sherman, smiling with a carefree attitude.
"I think you're not just staying to accompany your grandmother, you're ready to wait for her to wake up and help you marry the girl you want." Eddy Sherman's eyes closed slightly, the light in his eyes seemingly seeing through everything.
Upon hearing this, Chad Yakov didn't deny it and spoke with a smile.
"Both grandfather and grandmother are masters, my little thoughts surely can't hide from them. Grandpa, you'll both help me, right?"
"Don't try to put a spell on me!" Eddy Sherman snorted coldly, slapped away his hand, and turned to look into the hospital room at Grace Yakov, making sure he hadn't disturbed her before closing the door.
