The house was somewhat dilapidated, it must have had several decades of history.
Entering through the door and going up to the second floor, a bed was placed against the wall, on which an elderly man lay.
He appeared to be around seventy years old, with a gaunt face, eyes tightly shut, unconscious.
Upon closer sensing, his breath was extremely weak; he was already at death's door.
Heather had said, the old master had cancer, and when it was discovered, it was already at an advanced stage, completely untreatable.
The old master had led a tough life, often overworked, his health had always been poor; this illness knocked him down directly, cancer cells spread rapidly, not lasting even a month.
"Grandfather!"
Brittany Taylor walked to the bed, gripped the old man's hand tightly, and called softly.
The elderly man remained motionless.
Brittany Taylor's eyes reddened, she sat beside the hospital bed and began to sob softly.
