Ward quickly said, "I’ll be discharged in a couple of days. When you come next time, just go to my house. You know where it is, right?" Eleanor Taylor nodded, smiled sweetly, raised her hand, and waved at him, "See you next time then." "Sure, see you next time." Ward nodded eagerly. "Nora, Sir Easton, goodbye." Eleanor Taylor bade farewell to Nora Scott and Antonio Easton before leaving with contentment. As soon as the hospital room door closed, Ward couldn’t help but turn his head and brag to Antonio Easton, "Who said I raised a daughter who’s heartless and useless? Didn’t she raise a wonderful daughter too?" Ward was radiant, beaming with a rare joy. When Antonio Easton thought of Helena Wills, his face darkened, and he snorted, "That’s her only strength." Ward sighed, "We’re really in the same boat." He was referring to Evelyn Easton. Both had lost their spouses early and had only one daughter. They worked hard to raise their daughters, yet they couldn’t rely on them for a comfortable old age. Previously, he envied Antonio Easton for having a granddaughter like Nora Scott to accompany him. Unexpectedly, he too had an understanding and obedient granddaughter... It felt like a pie falling from the sky. Nora suddenly asked, "When will Ward be discharged?" "In a couple of days," Ward replied, "My health is much better. The doctor said to observe for two more days, and I’m just keeping old Easton company." Turning to Antonio Easton, Nora hesitated slightly and then asked, "Old Easton, do you want to be discharged with Ward?" Ward was taken aback. Antonio Easton paused. Both were looking at Nora with amazement. They both knew that given Antonio Easton’s condition, time was limited. Treatment was a strenuous process. Two years ago, he was still quite robust, but now he could only lie in bed, finding it hard even to get up and walk. In private conversations, they understood that if not for his concern about Nora, Antonio Easton wouldn’t have pursued treatment so actively. Instead of dragging things day by day, it would be better to go home and wait for the inevitable. Nora was too smart not to know what Antonio Easton was thinking, but she didn’t expose it and played along day by day. Antonio Easton had never mentioned being discharged; it was always Nora and the doctors who arranged treatments, and he just cooperated. And now, her suggestion for Antonio Easton to be discharged was like being mentally prepared for it. The two old men couldn’t help but be shocked. Nora continued, "Once you’re back, Marcus and I will also move in, and the caretaker can come along. Mrs. Llewellyn next door moved in with her son, and her house has been empty. I made arrangements to rent it and tidy it up. It will be enough for us to live in." She had it all figured out. This clearly wasn’t a rash decision. Antonio Easton and Ward exchanged a glance. Then Antonio Easton said, "Then I’ll be discharged with old Ward." "Alright!" Ward nodded and said casually, "Once you’re discharged, we old guys can have a bit more fun." "Alright, I’ll arrange the discharge procedures." Nora stood up, paused, and looked at Ward, "Ward, Marcus and I might not be around often. We’ll need your help to keep an eye on things then." "Such formalities?" Ward chuckled, "Don’t worry, old Easton doesn’t really fancy you youngsters hanging around him all the time." With one hand in her pocket, Nora raised an eyebrow and gave Antonio Easton a playful look. Antonio Easton glared at her, then turned his head away with a cold snort. Nora shrugged, "I’m off then." Antonio Easton called her back again. Pausing, Nora looked over in confusion. "Once I’m discharged, have Pedro come over. I have something to give him." "Don’t you have his number?" Nora asked, puzzled. Antonio Easton paused, then said, "Deleted it." Nora laughed, "You two get along like family; what, did you have a tiff?" Antonio Easton stared at her in silence. Nora shrugged, responding helplessly. Since things became clear on that occasion, she hadn’t contacted Pedro Langley, and there’s been an unspoken tension. However, considering how Antonio Easton and Pedro got along so well, if Antonio Easton wanted to see Pedro now... she’d bring Pedro to him, no matter what. In the hospital parking lot. Nora got into the car, buckled the seatbelt, but didn’t reverse to leave. After thinking for a moment, she fished out her phone from her pocket, unlocked it with her fingerprint, and opened the contacts. Scrolling through, she found Pedro Langley’s number and paused for a moment, then clicked on the screen to call. The call connected quickly. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net The ringtone sounded twice and then abruptly stopped. Next was the cold, mechanical voice of a woman: "Hello, the number you have dialed is currently on another call, please try again later..." Nora squinted her eyes. The phone flipped twice in her hand, and after a brief consideration, with a hint of anger, she redialed the number. The call connected again. This time, it wasn’t hung up on, and someone answered. It was a woman, and her voice was quite pleasant.