"But you said it yourself, 'used to'," said Shia as he glanced at Serenity. Although he was talking to Simon, he was looking at John from the corner of his eyes as well. When he saw John's expression change slightly, the provocation in his eyes grew stronger.
Serenity turned a deaf ear to Shia's words and walked towards the bed calmly. She placed the fruit basket and flowers on the bedside and said, "Uncle Grant, are you feeling better?"
It had only been three years since Serenity last saw Chris, so she almost could not recognize him. He looked terrible. He was only in his forties, but his hair had already turned gray. His cheekbones were protruding from his flabby face. He looked terribly old.
Chris recognized her at a glance but his tone was not as arrogant as before, sounding more approachable as he said, "Serene, you're here."
"I heard that Uncle Grant is sick, so I came to see you," said she gently.
