Before I could voice my concern, my mother caught sight of me and hugged me tightly. "Wendy, Henry cheated on you."
It was an affirmative sentence, not a question.
How did they know that Henry cheated on me? I had kept it a secret for so long.
A sense of foreboding washed over me.
"The weather was lovely today, so I took your grandma for a walk. And that's when we saw Henry kissing another woman outside the hospital.
"Initially, Grandma mistook the woman for you and laughed at your public display of affection. But when she realized it wasn't you, she was completely shocked.
"Grandma couldn't believe it and wanted to confront him, but the shock triggered another heart attack."
I had unwittingly caused my grandmother further distress. Clenching my fists, my voice trembled with emotion. "Where is Henry? Is he dead? Where is the man responsible for Grandma's suffering?"
"He had already driven away and didn't witness any of it."
A relentless pressure seemed to crush my chest. I hated Henry, but I hated myself even more.
I hated Henry for his brazen affair, but I hated myself even more for ever allowing myself to love him.
But why would Henry bother to come all the way to the hospital from his workplace?
I had a sudden realization, so I grabbed my phone quickly. A new message greeted me: [Wendy, I've already reminded you before. Now your dearest relative is on her deathbed. Does that make you feel any better?]
She did it on purpose.
Rage surged within me, my vision blurring with fury, and my entire body trembling uncontrollably.
My mother was taken aback by my sudden reaction.
"Wendy, you are scaring me."
"Family members of the patient, I'm afraid the patient's condition is not optimistic. You can go in and talk to her." My mind went blank and I rushed to my grandma's bedside.
Grandma looked much thinner and pretty weak, like her spirit had been dulled by illness.
With great effort, she opened her eyes and whispered, "Wendy, call Henry. Grandma needs answers."
I quickly nodded and immediately dialed Henry's number. I tried calling him again and again, but his phone was off.
Henry didn't want to answer my call.
Grandma was still mumbling, "Call Henry, call Henry..."
I bolted out of the hospital, hopped into my car, and zoomed towards Henry's workplace.
Upon arrival, I stormed into the President's office.