"Enough!"
At that moment, Liu Tian's door swung open.
Her hair was disheveled, her eyes red, and she rushed towards her grandfather.
"Are you out of your mind?"
Liu Tian snatched the mop away and pointed it at her grandfather's nose, scolding, "Is this ever going to end?"
"I think you're just getting old and confused, wasting social resources!"
"You..."
Her grandfather was taken aback by Liu Tian's reaction.
He rolled his eyes and sat down on the floor, beginning to perform.
"Oh dear, what a sin."
While slapping himself, he cried out, "My grandson's partner is bullying me; I can't go on living."
"Old man, why don't you just die?"
Liu Tian was not one to back down.
She grabbed her grandfather and dragged him to the balcony.
"Let go of me!"
He struggled incessantly, but it was futile.
Liu Tian was tall, towering over her grandfather by half a head.
Being young, she also had considerable strength.
Her grandfather was completely stunned as she brought him to the balcony.
"Don't you want to die?"
Liu Tian said with a cold smile, "I'm giving you a chance."
"You..."
Her grandfather opened his mouth but couldn't find the words.
As for Song Kang, he sat motionless on the sofa.
He seemed oblivious to everything happening around him, his face devoid of any expression.
"Jump."
Liu Tian coldly said, "Why aren't you jumping anymore? Aren't you quite impressive?"
"I..."
Grandpa opened his mouth but couldn't bring himself to speak.
Liu Tian let out a cold laugh and turned back to her room. She took out her suitcase and began packing her things.
Song Kang looked at Liu Tian and couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?"
"What do you think?"
Liu Tian replied with a sneer, "In a place like this, I don't want to stay for even a minute."
"Song Kang, let me tell you."
"You either choose me or him."
"You decide for yourself."
With that, Liu Tian pulled her suitcase and walked toward the door.
Song Kang followed Liu Tian out of the house.
The entire house was left with just me and Grandpa.
Grandpa was affected by Liu Tian's words, slumping on the sofa, unable to move.
He could only weakly call out, "Medicine, medicine."
I picked up a glass of water and walked in front of Grandpa, concerned as I said, "Grandpa, are you thirsty?"
"If you're thirsty, just drink some water."
"Here, let me feed you some water."
"No... I don't want water."
Grandpa shook his head and struggled to say, "Medicine... take the medicine."
"Medicine?"
I feigned surprise and said, "Grandpa, you're like this already; just don't take those random medicines anymore."
"Come on, have a sip of water."
"I won't drink it, I won't drink it."
Grandpa kept shaking his head, struggling to say, "Take the medicine, take the medicine..."
I pretended not to understand and kept pouring water into his mouth.
Watching Grandpa choke and suffer, a twisted sense of pleasure rose within me.
In fact, what Grandpa had just said was not about medicine.
What he truly meant was to save him.
But how could I miss this opportunity?
I deliberately misinterpreted Grandpa's words, causing him to miss the best chance for rescue.
Of course, I still made the call.
After all, Grandpa's death wouldn't benefit me.
After the rescue, Grandpa lost his ability to care for himself.
I simply sold the house and rented a shared hospital room.
At the same time, I hired a caregiver to take care of him.
"Don't worry, young lady," the caregiver said confidently. "I'll take good care of your grandpa, no problem at all."
"Every day, I'll wash your grandpa's body in front of everyone."
"Rest assured."
I nodded and said nothing more.
The caregiver was a middle-aged woman in her forties.
She spoke openly and washed Grandpa's body in front of everyone without any hesitation.
"Ah... ah..."
Grandpa reached out his hands, calling out repeatedly.
But no one could understand his words.
The ward had both men and women, and Grandpa simply couldn't adapt.
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