Chapter 694

His face was ashen, drained of all colour. His eyes were half-closed, the light within them already extinguished. Eleanor’s gaze narrowed slightly, a shadow of solemnity settling over her features. Grandpa Whales— He bore the unmistakable look of a man standing at death’s door. He was dying. The realization surfaced quietly, yet it weighed heavily on her heart. Eleanor glanced sideways at Simon, who stood stiffly beside her, his expression drawn and hollow. No wonder he looked so haggard. Though Eleanor was highly skilled in medicine, she could tell at a single glance— Grandpa Whales was beyond saving. It wasn’t merely the decay of his body; his spirit had already withered. When the will to live fades, even the finest physician cannot breathe life back into an empty shell. This would likely be the last time she ever saw him. Eleanor’s brows knit faintly, her expression growing heavier by the second. At that moment, Grandpa Whales—who had been slow to react—seemed to sense someone appro