Scars Of A Broken Bond
Chapter 201

Chapter 201

Chapter: 201

“It’s not really a quarrel. It’s just your grandfather being dramatic here.” Wanda made a face at Cesar.

Shifting her gaze to Cesar, Sabrina inquired, “Grandpa, what did you do to upset Grandma?”

“I didn’t upset her…” Cesar muttered, a look of guilt crossing his face.

“Then what exactly happened?”

Snorting, Wanda said, “Sabrina, check this out. He’s still not well. but he’s adamant about headinghome. He’s just trying to tick me off.”

Cesar responded in a defeated tone, “It’s much nicer at home than in this hospital.”

His distaste for hospitalization was well known; he’d voiced it only a few days ago.

“Grandpa, you’re not fully well yet. Wouldn’t it be better to stay here for a few more days?”

“I know my own body. I’m healed. What’s the point in Lingering around here?”

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“Grandpa, we should consult the doctor.”

“That’s unnecessary. I’m certain of my condition.” Cesar’s voice was unwavering.

“Grandpa…”

“What’s all this chit-chat about?”

Tyrone, impeccably dressed in a suit, strolled in carrying a neatly packed paper bag.

“Why aren’t you at work?” Cesar squinted at him, frowning.

“I thought I’d check on you first. I’ll head out later.”

He advanced further into the room, placed the paper bag on the table, glanced at Sabrina and said, “Ifigured you might not have eaten yet, so I brought along some breakfast from the restaurant.”

They all found a spot on the couch. He moved closer to Sabrina, placing the food before her. Wandachose to remain silent. “Your grandpa and I already had our breakfast. Sabrina, you should eat this.”

“I’ve already eaten…”

“Have some more then.”

Sabrina was left speechless.

She retrieved several packets from the paper bag. Among them were mashed potatoes, hot-dogs,buttered toast, and other snack-Like items.

“Grandpa, would you Like something?” Sabrina asked.

“No. Tyrone, Sabrina, I’m doing just fine. Don’t fret over me. Get on with your duties. You’re notdoctors; there’s no need to drop by every day.” Cesar let out a despondent sigh.