Chapter 575

Bethany moved forward, one step at a time. The closer she got, the more unrecognizable George appeared. At that moment, it felt as if the effects of time and illness had laid bare the toll they had taken on him. Bethany's hand trembled as she held his hand, her voice cracking as she called out, "Grandpa, I'm here. Beth is here." After a moment, George slowly opened his eyes. The instant he saw Bethany, a noticeable spark lit up his gaze. "Grandpa…" Bethany called out again, but she found herself at a loss for words, unsure of what to say at that moment. In the face of death, any words of comfort felt utterly inadequate. "Grandpa, is this more comfortable?" she asked, her heart aching with concern. George nodded and suddenly reached for the breathing mask, clearly struggling to speak with it on. "No, Grandpa, you can't take that off," she insisted, quickly stopping him. Still, he was determined to remove the mask. He knew his time was short and had things he needed to say right