Luckily, she was already at the hospital, and the doctors got to her just in time. If they'd been even a few minutes slower, she might not have made it.
Half an hour later, Mr. Anderson finally heard that his granddaughter was in the hospital. The old man rushed over, frantic with worry.
For weeks now, Steven had been using Lucie’s phone to text Mr. Anderson, pretending everything was fine. Mr. Anderson wasn’t great with technology; he couldn’t tell if it’s a real video call or not. As far as he knew, every cheerful voice message and sweet video was really from Lucie. She’d told him she and Steven had made up, that the talk of divorce was just a silly fight, and that he didn’t need to worry about her.
Seeing the two of them looking happy again had put his mind at ease. But now, standing in the hospital, he realized he’d been completely fooled.
“How’s Lucie?” His voice shook as he asked.
Steven didn’t answer. He just stood there, looking hollowed out and miserable.
Mr. Anderson’s worry turned to anger. “What happened? Lucie was just released not that long ago. How could she end up back in the hospital?”
“What did you do to her?”
“Grandpa, I’m sorry. I didn’t take care of her.” Steven pressed his fist to his forehead, feeling colder and more hopeless than ever.
A nurse came rushing out, carrying emergency equipment.
“Nurse, how is she?” Mr. Anderson called out.
“She’s still in critical condition,” the nurse replied. “You need to wait outside. We’ll let you know if anything changes.”
The words hit Mr. Anderson so hard his knees almost buckled. He staggered, barely catching himself.
“Grandpa, be careful!” Rose and Steven hurried to support him.
Mr. Anderson’s anger boiled over. He raised his heavy wooden cane and brought it down hard on Steven’s shoulder.
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