When Asher slid the door open, he stopped. He lowered his head, seeing that there were people inside, aside from the woman on the bed.
"Grandma, Grandpa." Asher closed the door and approached the elderly sitting beside the bed. He stopped several steps away from them, bowing politely.
Cosette's grandparents had been frequenting in here, and even demanded to take their granddaughter to a different hospital. However, since Asher was the husband, he had refused them. Obviously, his firm refusal of their request didn't sit well with the elders, but at the same time, they couldn't blame him.
Asher had been taking care of their granddaughter and they had seen how he look at her, even though there were more times she didn't recognize him. They didn't have the heart to hate him, and they could only help him by taking turns in taking care of her even though they were already old.
"Sit, child," said Gretchen, tapping the chair beside her.
