"Health? Why bother fussing over this old body?" Cole's voice was heavy with bitterness. "Trapped in this massive, empty house all day, forbidden from stepping outside—it might as well be a prison. I've lived a full life, and I'm done with these bitter concoctions!"
Evangeline's eyes sparkled with understanding as she realized her hunch was right.
Her grandfather might have thrown in the towel, but she had a trick up her sleeve.
"Don't you want to meet your great-grandson?" She set aside her spoon and gently patted her growing belly. "Grandpa, this little rascal is a real handful. He's always doing somersaults inside, eager to pop out and see you!"
Cole's eyes lit up with a mix of joy and regret. "Of course, my great-grandson! How could that slip my mind?"
When the maid came back, she found them in a fit of giggles and wondered what had happened. A quick glance revealed the chicken soup bowl, polished clean.
"Ms. Evangeline, your oatmeal is ready."
Evangeline did not even glance at the bowl, with a subtle look, she signaled for the maid to pass it to Cole.
To the maid's astonishment, Cole took it and devoured it eagerly, savoring every spoonful.
With the oatmeal finished and a contented burp, Cole settled beside Evangeline.
As she munched on fruit and got lost in her show, Cole felt the urge to ask about something that had been nagging at him.
While Evangeline was away, his biggest concern had been her and Walter's relationship.
Every time they visited, Evangeline and Walter were all smiles and sweet gestures, but Cole could not shake the feeling that something was off. He just could not rest easy without asking.
"Evie, can I ask you something?" Cole broke the tension.
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