I put down nursing bottle and rush out quickly.
When I get out, I see old Mr Louis lying at the turning corner of the stairs, not moving a muscle.
Bright red blood flows out of the wound on his head.
Sabina is sitting in the wheelchair, shocked to fixed her eyes on her hands with a slightly opened
mouth.
"What are you doing? Did you push old Mr Louis down?"
I shout at her.
Its not right for her to do so even though old Mr Louis has played hard on her. How could she do this
when she knows old Mr Louis doesn’t have much time left?!
But why did they quarrel on the second floor? I remember Sabina lives downstairs.
If they had been on the ground floor, it would have not happened.
Being shocked for a few seconds, Sabina turns around and explains in a trembling voice, "It’s not me,
it’s really not me."
But if not her, who else could it be?
For the moment, there is no time for this, and it’s meaningless to find fault. The most emergent is to
save old Mr Louis.
I make an emergent call to the hospital and also tell Frances to let him come back quickly.
When I call him, I heard Hilda’s sweet voice in the phone. It seems that she doesn’t want to let him go.
Though I trust Frances, it still makes me feel uncomfortable when they spend time together.
I sit on the ground but don’t dare to move old Mr Louis, then I go upstairs to feed Earl.
After feeding, I go downstairs with Earl in my arms.
Old Mr Louis will be delivered to the hospital soon. I should go with Earl by my side.
Ambulance comes soon and old Mr Louis is carried in the car.
I come along to the hospital, so does Sabina. She sits aside and keeps saying uneasily, "It’s not me, it’s
really not me. Old Mr Louis fell down himself. I tried to pull him but didn’t make it."
Looking at old Mr Louis with his eyes closed, I have very complicated feelings.
Recently, it’s too frequent for me to go to the hospital.
Every time I went to the hospital, my heart clenched. But it seems that I can’t get away from it.
When we arrive at the hospital, Frances has already been waiting there.
Hilda also comes with him.
But I don’t see her child.
"How’s grandpa?"
Frances walks over and asks in a worried look.
"The doctor said his head is bleeding and detailed situation needs more specific examination."
I reply to him but my sight unconsciously stops on Hilda.
I can’t do it. I can’t pretend that I don’t care at all.
Frances nods and walks in after the stretcher.
Then all of us are waiting worriedly outside the operating room.
Frances strolls backward and forward outside the operating room, looking very anxious.
In the end, perhaps it’s because he can’t control his emotions any more, he comes over and shoots his
angry sight at Sabina.
"Mom, what the hell happened? Why did you quarrel with grandpa again?!"
"He found I visited your father’s grave, so he was angry and warned me not to go. I followed him to the
second floor then we argued at the stairs. Later, old Mr Louis got too emotional and excited and fell
backwards. I reached out and tried to pull him, but I didn’t make it due to my troubled legs."
She doesn’t look like telling a lie. But Frances’ anger doesn’t diminish at all.
"You know dad is grandpa’s sore point, so why did you quarrel with him about dad? Can you sleep well
if grandpa is not fine? You should move out if grandpa get through this time.
| can’t do it. | can’t pretend that | don’t care at all.
Frances nods and walks in after the stretcher.
Then all of us are waiting worriedly outside the operating room.
Frances strolls backward and forward outside the operating room, looking very anxious.
In the end, perhaps it’s because he can’t control his emotions any more, he comes over and shoots his
angry sight at Sabina.
"Mom, what the hell happened? Why did you quarrel with grandpa again?!"
"He found | visited your father’s grave, so he was angry and warned me not to go. | followed him to the
second floor then we argued at the stairs. Later, old Mr Louis got too emotional and excited and fell
backwards. | reached out and tried to pull him, but | didn’t make it due to my troubled legs."
She doesn't look like telling a lie. But Frances’ anger doesn't diminish at all.
"You know dad is grandpa’s sore point, so why did you quarrel with him about dad? Can you sleep well
if grandpa is not fine? You should move out if grandpa get through this time.
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