When Zoila rushed to the hospital, her grandmother had already come out of the operating room.
She was pushed into the ward to rest.
"Chairman Moore, Old Madame is getting older and getting weaker. She can't bear too much stimulation. It's better for her to rest in the future."
Everyone would grow old and die. Even if they didn't get sick, it would be the same.
This was an unavoidable result.
The doctor could only remind Henry and the others to let Old Grandma take good care of her.
While the doctor was talking, Zoila just arrived at the ward.
After the doctor left, Henry's face darkened and he looked at Zoila gloomily.
"Henry, what do you mean by this?"
Zoila felt uncomfortable being stared at by Henry.
He also felt a little guilty.
But at the same time, she felt less and less respected as an elder.
So she bypassed Henry's line of sight and sat down on the sofa in the ward.
Although Monique was angry at Zoila for making her grandmother sick and hospitalized.
This was a matter of the Moore family, and she was Henry's aunt. It was not her turn to talk.
She could only go to the hospital bed to take care of her grandmother.
"What did you say to grandma today?"
Henry stared at Zoila. He wanted to know how his brainless aunt had made her grandmother so angry.
"What can I say to your grandma? It's just a casual chat..." Zoila looked away guiltily.
He straightened his neck and snorted coldly.
No matter what, he couldn't lose in terms of momentum.
"If you didn't say anything, how could grandma lie here? Zoila, just see what you've done."
Henry scolded Zoila coldly.
Because of her grandmother's preference for her daughter, Zoila had touched the bottom line of Henry countless times.
They were all spared by Henry.
But now, even her grandmother, who always protected Zoila, was so angry that she was hospitalized.
Henry had nowhere to vent his anger.
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