Natalia nodded and looked in the direction of the ward.
"How is Grandpa?"
At the mention of this, Wilson instantly became serious.
He sighed.
"There's not much time left, so go in and have a look around and remember to keep it short."
Natalia nodded.
She stepped into the ward. Archie, Charlie, and the others were waiting outside the door, but they did not follow her in.
They knew that at this time, Wilhelm only wanted to see Natalia. The others had better not disturb them.
Natalia put on a sterile suit and walked in alone.
On the bed, the old man lay with his eyes slightly closed, perhaps hearing footsteps, he opened a little and looked towards her with difficulty.
Natalia stopped there.
She said she would be strong, but when she saw Wilhelm lying there, she couldn't help the sourness in the eyes and the tears welling up.
"Natalia."
He extended his hand towards her, and Natalia pursed her lips, holding back her tears before taking quick steps up and holding his hand.
"Wilhelm, you're awake. How do you feel?"
The old man looked at her with a little confusion in his eyes.
After a while, he said weakly, "I thought I was dreaming, but it really was you."
At this moment, when she heard his words, Natalia couldn't hold and burst into tears.
She held the old man's skinny hand and sobbed.
Compared to her, who was in great sorrow, Wilhelm seemed much calmer.
He lay there quietly, looking at her with a compassionate yet loving gaze. After a long time, he whispered, "Natalia, listen to me."
She whimpered and nodded.
But she could not stop her tears.
Perhaps because he felt that he had not much time to live, he did not ask her to stop.
He said slowly, "In this life, I know that I'm sorry for three people."
"Ahem... one, it was your mother, when, back then if it wasn't for me, she wouldn't have separated from the person she loved so much and buried herself at such a young age, it was me who was too... selfish and thought that separation was the best thing for her, before I deliberately made their hearts misunderstand, you..."
"Your mother has resented me all my life, and I went to heaven to make amends with her. The second person is your father."
"Your father was a good man, he can't be blamed for what happened to him and your mother, but because of the bad habits of the family and the tricks of fate, I forced them apart back then and left your father disillusioned, this caused him to suicide, I am sorry for him."
"The third person is you."
He suddenly turned his head slowly and looked at her, caressing her face lovingly with his withered hand, tears of emotion hidden in his eyes.
"Natalia, I made a mistake in my life, causing you to be left out at such a young age. It's my fault. I can't live longer and can't make up for it. I hope you don't hate me."
After that, he suddenly coughed violently, as if he wanted to cough out his lungs.
Natalia quickly reached out to help him. Wilhelm closed his eyes slightly and said slowly, "Natalia, I owe you too much, so it doesn't matter even if you don't recognize me as your grandfather in a hundred years. I have already signed a contract of donation with my body. So, let me use this broken body of mine to do one last thing for the world, as a kind of atonement to you."
"Wilhelm, don't say that."
Natalia choked with sobs.
"Good girl, you have to be fine. I will bless you. You must live well."
As the words fell, the sound suddenly trailed off.
Natalia only felt that the hand he was holding suddenly softened.
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