Chapter 1269: As Short as a Few Months
Benjamin's vibe was something his old man, Henry, knew like the back of his hand. If he stuck around Luke all the time, it’d totally mess up Luke's life.
But hey, Benjamin was his kid.
No matter how rough things had been before, Henry had hit that age where he just let stuff go and didn’t sweat the small stuff anymore.
"You want him to come back?" Evelyn was shocked. She thought Henry still had beef with Benjamin and didn’t wanna see him.
Henry let out a big sigh and said, "After all, he's my son. It wouldn’t be the worst thing to have him around to look after me. Plus, with me here, he won’t be bugging you."
"Alright, when I head back to Golombia, I’ll pass the word. But who knows if he’ll wanna come back." Benjamin might not be down for it.
Henry wasn’t sweating it. "Don’t worry, he’ll come back."
After all the crap Benjamin had been through, if he was still that dumb, Henry wouldn’t waste his time on him anymore.
They were chatting in the living room while Dermot was busy chopping veggies in the kitchen.
"Mr. Dermot Doyle, you should chill and let the chef handle it," Bruce said, watching from the side, not sure what to do with himself.
Knowing Evelyn and Dermot were coming over, the chef had been hustling since the crack of dawn. Most of the food was ready, but Dermot insisted on whipping up something himself.
"It’s cool; I’ll just make one dish. Won’t take long." Dermot wanted his grandpa to taste his cooking since he was back.
Dermot asked Bruce, "How’s my grandpa holding up lately?"
"The doc says it’s not looking good." Talking about Henry’s health, Bruce got serious. "Probably from all the hard work back in the day. No matter how much he rests now, he can’t fully bounce back."
Dermot paused his chopping, his eyes dimming. "How much time does he have left?"
"Hard to say. The doc said it could be a few months or maybe three to five years," Bruce answered honestly. "If you and Ms. Kyte have time, you should come back more often. Don’t let Mr. Henry Doyle’s words fool you; he really wants you to come back."
"Alright, I get it," Dermot nodded, feeling a wave of sadness. "Thanks for looking after my grandpa."
"Mr. Dermot Doyle, don’t mention it. To me, Mr. Henry Doyle is family. I’m happy to take care of him." He’d been with the Doyle family for decades and was used to it.
Hearing this, Dermot didn’t say more and got back to cooking.
Soon, Dermot brought out his dish, and the servants brought out the chef’s creations.
"Grandpa, Evelyn, grub’s up," Dermot called out.
They stopped chatting. Evelyn helped Henry up from the couch and walked him to the dining table.
It was then that Evelyn really noticed how frail Henry was. His steps were shaky, and without help, he could barely walk a few steps on his own.
For some reason, she suddenly remembered when she first met him. Back then, Henry was full of energy, and his legs were just fine.
How did things change so fast?
What she didn’t know was that Henry had always been tired before, but he didn’t dare to collapse. Back then, Dermot had just taken over the Doyle family, dealing with all sorts of drama. How could Henry not have his back?
Later, seeing Dermot get stronger and now having Evelyn by his side, Henry could finally chill.
Once Henry relaxed, all the tension he’d been holding onto just let go, and naturally, he got weak.
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