His back tensed and he turned to me with a strained smile, trying to change the subject. "Wendy, you're still awake?"
"You didn't come to the hospital."
"I'll be there tomorrow, Wendy," he assured.
I looked at Henry and asked, "Henry, do you love me?"
"Love? I'm working tirelessly to build a better future, all to be worthy of you."
Taking my hand in his, he continued, "Your parents were initially hesitant, but it was Grandma who paved the way for our union. I'll always be grateful for her kindness."
I remembered the day I brought Henry home. My parents had some concerns about his financial situation. They were also concerned that his upbringing might have left him with certain character flaws. They advised me to reconsider.
My father even said that with our family's conditions, I could find any better husband I wanted.
Grandma was the only one who stood by us. With a reassuring pat on Henry's hand, she expressed her faith in my judgment, likening Henry to my grandfather.
My grandfather was a devoted soldier who cherished my grandmother deeply. He perished on the battlefield, serving his country. And Grandma had never entertained the thought of remarrying.
With Grandma's unwavering support, I took the leap and married Henry. She even entrusted him with the sole token of love my grandfather had given her, hoping he would cherish and care for me in the same manner.
As I observed Henry, fervently defending himself, a sense of weariness washed over me.
The boy who once trembled with excitement at the prospect of marrying me seemed like a distant memory. What was the point of arguing now?
Ignoring Henry's attempts to justify himself, I looked into his eyes and silently resolved to end our marriage as soon as my grandmother recovered from her illness.
However, life had a way of thwarting our plans and often leading us down unexpected paths.
My grandma had a sudden heart attack. I was driving to the company when I received the news.
I quickly turned around and rushed to the hospital, feeling angry and anxious.
As I arrived, medical personnel were frantically working to save her life.
My father's face was filled with exhaustion, and my mother was crying outside the operating room.
Questions flooded my mind. Hadn't the doctor assured us that Grandma was improving and would be discharged the next day? How could she have suffered a sudden heart attack?