Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 214

Terrence immediately turned around and headed for the hospital.

When Jason arrived at the hospital, they were still rescuing his grandfather. Jason stood outside the emergency room with an indescribably complicated feeling.

No matter how strong a man or wolf was, he would still struggle at such times as death approached.

The ability to shift and heal and regenerate… that weakened toward the end of one’s lifetime.

In his eyes, his grandfather was strong, cruel, and cold. It seemed that he was only affectionate to his son who had lived a short life.

Everyone else seemed to be just pawns to him, including him, his grandson!

The Old Alpha only regarded him as the future successor of the Reed pack all this time, not as his grandson. In fact, there was no grandfather and grandson bond between them.

Two hours passed before the door of the emergency room opened. "We've managed to save him. But Master Reed is old, and he had undergone a few operations previously. Now it's just a matter of how long we can drag this out. At best, maybe a few years. At worst, maybe a few months," the doctor said to Jason after he came out from the emergency room.

Jason naturally understood.

No amount of money could control birth, age, illness, and death.

This wolf was old. His life had been rich and steeped in the power and wealth he’d amassed.

His grandfather was sent to the intensive care unit for post-operative observation.

Two days later, the old Alpha Reed was taken out of the intensive care unit, and Jason finally met him face to face.

"I heard you were waiting outside the emergency room when I was being rescued?" he asked, but his voice was lighter than ever. It was laced with helplessness.

“Yup," Jason answered dryly.