Even in such a difficult environment.
He never thought of asking Dirk Carter for help.
Thinking about these things.
Dirk Carter's heart surged with a wave of guilt.
He pushed open the bedroom door.
And saw Caden Dixon lying in bed.
Just as Seth Dixon had said.
At just over sixty, his hair had already turned mostly white, and his body had become very thin, as if he had completely become a different person.
Perhaps because he heard the sound of the door opening.
The barely-conscious Caden Dixon turned his face.
As soon as he saw Dirk Carter, he opened his mouth, stammering, struggling to sit up.
"Uncle Caden."
Dirk Carter called out and quickly stepped forward to support his body.
After making him comfortable leaning against the headboard.
Caden Dixon swung a hand towards Seth Dixon standing beside him.
Unfortunately, his arms lacked strength, the motion was slow, and he couldn't reach his son.
