Alexander took a deep breath and explained, &quot;Isabella is struggling mentally. Being alone is dangerous for her...&quot;

 Hearing this, a wave of helplessness washed over me.

 How could I make Alexander understand that I didn’t want to get involved in Isabella's issues? It wasn’t something I should feel obligated to sympathize with.

 Moreover, when I spoke with Isabella this morning, there were no signs that she was mentally unstable.

 But if I said what I really thought, he’d accuse me of being heartless.

 &quot;Even if she’s not in immediate danger, you’re still going. You care about her, so why make it sound like an obligation?&quot; I said coldly. &quot;And I don’t owe you any explanations.&quot;

 &quot;I know you like Julian, but you shouldn't have chosen this moment to meet him, especially not bringing him to see Pop-Pop...&quot;

 &quot;Isn’t that what you did too? You w

My eyesight had nearly returned to normal, so there was no longer any reason for me to stay in the hospital.

 The next morning, after breakfast, I handled my discharge paperwork, called James to bring my things home, and then headed to the hospital to visit Grandpa.

 The room was eerily quiet.

 Grandpa was sitting on the bed, while Evelyn was seated on the couch, both of them turned away from each other, avoiding eye contact.

 As soon as I walked in, I could feel the tension in the air.

 &quot;Pop-Pop, Nana,&quot; I glanced back and forth between the two, &quot;Did you have breakfast?&quot;

 &quot;Yes.&quot;

 &quot;Yes.&quot;

 They answered in unison.

 &quot;So... what’s going on? Did you two have a fight?&quot;

 &quot;It’s not a fight, he’s just throwing a tantrum for no reason,&quot; Evelyn shot Grandpa an irritated look.

 I turned to Grandpa. &quot;Pop-Pop, what did you do 

Julian stepped forward and removed his mask. &quot;Pop-Pop, Nana, I heard you weren’t feeling well on my way over with Vivienne, so I wanted to check in. How are you feeling?&quot;

 &quot;I’m fine, don’t worry about me,&quot; Grandpa said with a cheerful smile.

 &quot;That’s a relief. Since Vivienne’s here, I won’t stay any longer. I’ll head out now. Vivienne, goodbye. Pop-Pop, Nana, goodbye. Mr. Alexander, goodbye.&quot; Julian put his mask back on and turned to leave the room.

 &quot;Vivienne, your friend is quite handsome. He’s a good young man,&quot; Evelyn said with a smile.

 She shot a quick, subtle glance at Alexander. From her years of experience, it was clear Julian had feelings for Vivienne. But unlike Isabella, Julian had a better sense of boundaries.

 I didn’t catch the underlying meaning in Evelyn’s words, so I just echoed, &quot;Nana, he’s a huge star. All the girls lo

Alexander took a deep breath and explained, &quot;Isabella is struggling mentally. Being alone is dangerous for her...&quot;

 Hearing this, a wave of helplessness washed over me.

 How could I make Alexander understand that I didn’t want to get involved in Isabella's issues? It wasn’t something I should feel obligated to sympathize with.

 Moreover, when I spoke with Isabella this morning, there were no signs that she was mentally unstable.

 But if I said what I really thought, he’d accuse me of being heartless.

 &quot;Even if she’s not in immediate danger, you’re still going. You care about her, so why make it sound like an obligation?&quot; I said coldly. &quot;And I don’t owe you any explanations.&quot;

 &quot;I know you like Julian, but you shouldn't have chosen this moment to meet him, especially not bringing him to see Pop-Pop...&quot;

 &quot;Isn’t that what you did too? You went to see Isabella at a crucial time and brought her to see Pop-Pop. I'm just following your lead.&

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