Not A Small-Town Girl
Chapter 19-3

Chapter 19-3

The head nurse gave Danielle a careful once-over. Danielle was beautiful, with fair and smooth skin, bright, almond-shaped eyes, and exuding grace and elegance. She seemed even more sophisticated than Audrey.

The head nurse wondered if one of the daughters was an illegitimate one and mentally pictured an epic internal family struggle over power and wealth.

"How are Alice and Caleb today?" Howard asked. He knew they were hanging in the balance, but he couldn’t help the hopeful tone in his voice.

"I’m afraid there’s been no improvement. At one point, they couldn’t even breathe independently. Their bodily functions have deteriorated even further since the last time you came," the head nurse reported.

The hospital provided them with a daily report, and in the past two days, the doctor informed them that their condition had taken a turn for the worse. They told the Darlings to prepare themselves, but Vivian and Howard had found it hard to swallow.

The family made their way to the exclusive VIP ward, which was a bright and spacious room. It had been fitted with two beds instead of one, and the two elders were lying in their respective beds. The nurses on standby saw them as they arrived in the room and greeted them respectfully before taking their leave.

Howard stood by their bedside, his voice soft but firm. "Mom, Dad, I don’t buy a word the doctors are saying. I know you two are gonna wake up. Do you remember Danielle, your granddaughter? You both adored her. She’s back now. You really should see her. She’s gorgeous, and she’s everything a parent could wish for."

Audrey stood to the side as she looked at her unresponsive grandparents. She didn’t feel any ounce of sadness. In fact, she felt the opposite. She hoped they wouldn’t ever wake up again.

When she was adopted, the two old farts had strongly opposed, and they never treated her kindly no matter how hard she tried to please them.

"Danielle, these are your grandparents. Come say hi to them," Vivian said as she stroked Danielle’s hair.

Danielle stepped closer to the beds and said gently,

"Alice, Caleb, it’s me, Danielle. I’m back, and I’ve come to see you. I’ll make sure the both of you recover."

Danielle’s grandparents were dressed in hospital gowns. Their hair had been carefully groomed, and their nails neatly trimmed. They were well taken care of, and their eyes were closed as if they were simply asleep and would awake at any moment.