Christopher felt that something was wrong. He glanced at Old Mr. Allson who was sleeping peacefully on the hospital bed. He got up quietly and walked out of the door.
He closed the door and took out his phone to call Janice.
However, all he heard was the busy tone. No one picked up.
That was strange.
It's already so late. Was she still busy?
However, Janice's job had always been so hectic, so he didn't think much of it and pushed the door open.
He found that Old Mr. Allson was awake.
"Grandpa, you're awake."
Old Mr. Allson looked around. "What time is it now?"
Christopher replied, "It's midnight."
Old Mr. Allson lowered his gaze and stood up. "Let's go home."
He sounded like he was giving an order and not willing to discuss the matter with Christopher.
Christopher frowned.
"Grandpa, what's the matter?"
Old Mr. Allson said, "I'm fine. It's too gloomy here, and it's uncomfortable to stay here."
