Year Five The Perfect Goodbye Plan novel Chapter 271

Inside the hospital room, neither father nor son realized someone else was just outside.

Gray glanced around the space, noticed dust in the corners, and instinctively reached for a broom to tidy up. He stooped slightly, moving in silence, his entire presence weighed down with a heavy gloom.

The soft swish of the broom roused the old man in the bed. His frail body tensed, struggling against weakness as he slowly opened his eyes. When Laird Jordan managed to lift his head and saw his son standing there, a flicker of emotion passed through his weary gaze.

“Gray, what are you doing here?”

Just that single sentence seemed to drain what little strength he had left. A fit of coughing seized him, wracking his thin frame until he could barely breathe.

The sight of his father so feeble and worn cut Gray to the core. He dropped the broom at once and rushed to the bedside, grasping his father’s hand tightly.

“Dad, I’m sorry—I’m so sorry. I should have been here for you. I should have taken better care of you…”

His words broke apart into sobs, his body shaking with guilt and grief.

Laird Jordan managed a faint smile, weak and fleeting. He looked at Gray, his expression etched with tenderness and exhaustion.

After a moment, he spoke again, his voice low but earnest. “Gray, I know you’ve done everything you could. But some mistakes can’t be made twice.”

His eyes lingered on his son, full of pain and fatherly love. No father could ever watch his child suffer without feeling it himself.

Gray met his father’s gaze, and the sorrow in Laird Jordan’s eyes made him weep even harder.

Out in the hallway, Silvia listened quietly. Aside from the father and son’s voices, the place was still—nothing seemed amiss.

Then, suddenly, a sharp scream ripped through the silence. In the next instant, Gray burst out of the room, panic etched on his face.

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