Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 507

On the other hand, Joyce was comforting Cecelia.

At that moment, Charlotte suddenly trotted in through the door. Her hair was disheveled, she looked flustered, and she was still wearing the white hospital gown of the military hospital, running directly to Cecelia.

Cecelia froze, "Charlotte, what are you doing back here? Should you not just stay in the hospital?"

The next moment, Charlotte had already jumped into Cecelia's arms.

"Mom, I heard that something happened to Grandpa?!"

"Charlotte, Grandpa he has ... has passed away ..." Cecelia choked out, trying to hold back her tears in front of her child.

She had to hold the family together, and no blow could make her weak.

When Charlotte looked up, her almond eyes were already filled with tears, "Mom, how could it be? I don't believe it, I don't believe it. Where is Grandpa? Where is he?"

Charlotte was well versed in her acting, and it was not too much to give her a Best Actress award.

She shook her head like a rattle, her crystal tears flying across her face with disbelief.

"Charlotte, listen to me, you are carrying a baby, you can't get too emotional, you have to calm down. Grandpa fell down the stairs accidentally, lost a lot of blood and he is gone. You have to accept the reality, come on, don't cry." Cecelia handed over a soft towel to wipe Charlotte's tears.

"No, I don't believe it." Charlotte waved away the towel as her tears fell even harder, "Mom, you know. I grew up without any family, I grew up alone, for over twenty years! It was so hard for me to replace my own family. You know how much I love my grandfather. He was kind, compassionate, and good to me. I can't believe he left me so soon. I can't believe that God is so cruel that I just found my grandfather and lost him again!"

Her words instantly made Cecelia's eyes moisten. The tears she had been holding back slipped down again.

Yes, why was fate so cruel, so that they could only have such a short time together?

Charlotte looked around, "Where's Grandpa? I don't believe it, I want to see it with my own eyes, I don't believe it."

She turned her head to glance at the ground not far from the white cloth. At first, she was shocked, and then she stood up.

It was so fast that Cecelia didn't have time to catch her.

Charlotte ran quickly towards the body covered with a white cloth and fell to her knees with a "thud".

She reached out a trembling hand to remove the white cloth, only to retract her hand finally in fear.

Hesitant, she extended her hand again and then retracted it.

After several times, finally she got up the courage and lifted the white cloth.

"Grandpa!" When she saw the familiar face, Charlotte cried out, her whole body jumped up and hugged Rodney's cold body tightly, "Grandpa, what's going on? Why on earth! Obviously, in the morning you were just fine, how suddenly something like this could happen? Oo0000000...'

She bawled, her tears flowing like rain, and her whole body fell on top of Rodney.

The sincerity of the sorrow moved everyone present.

"Grandpa, I've only just got you back, I haven't spent enough time with you, how can you bear to leave me behind? Oooh..."

Joyce looked on coldly, for some reason, however sad Charlotte was, she just could not have any empathy. She always felt that Charlotte was not as sincere as she seemed on the surface. If she was really sad, she should just be like Cecelia. She could feel the pain from the bottom of Cecelia's heart, who was mourning with every breath and every look.