EX-husband Groveling to Me novel Chapter 171

Suny hadn't been to a hospital in a long time and the smell of sterile water didn't sit well with her.

The walkway outside the senior care ward was very quiet, just the sound of the few of them walking on it.

Lily carried the freshly chicken soup cooked by the maid in front of her, and Suny supported Charlie.

When Charlie was young, he fought in several big wars and was shot in his left calf and right thigh. Now that he was older, he did not feel well when it rained.

He had been getting older and obviously in poorer health over the years, and despite being strong, he had had to submit that he was old.

Usually, he would rather walk slowly than let someone support him, but today the person supporting was Suny, Maryam's daughter. Looking at Suny's face, which was similar to Maryam's, Charlie's heart was soft.

Charlie could not walk fast enough, and Suny deliberately slowed her pace. When the two entered the ward, Lily had already swung Amy's bed up.

After being tortured by cancer for more than five years, Amy was now left with bones, but Suny looked at her face and vaguely saw that Amy was a beauty in her youth.

No wonder Robert said she resembled Amy, and indeed she did, especially with those charming eyes.

But now that Amy was old, the skin on her face drooped and her eyelids drooped, and her originally bright and beautiful charming eyes were only a rough outline, with no more charm left.

Suny stood and watched, only to feel a great weight on her heart.

This was her mother's mother, her grandmother.

Charlie walked over with his walking stick and stood at the head of the bed, looking down at his wife, "You have waited for so many years, and you finally made it. She had a bad life, she died in a car accident with her husband nine years ago, but she left behind a daughter, your granddaughter, who looks very much like you back then."

Saying that, Charlie looked at Suny: "Suny, come over and let your grandmother see you, she's been looking forward to this for so many years, finally."

Suny lifted her leg and walked over to the old lady on the hospital bed, her eyes were already very cloudy. Robert said she only had one breath left, could barely drink a few mouthfuls of soup, but she could not do anything else, she could not speak or move, but she could see people.

Just as she walked over, the fingers of Amy on the hospital bed resting on her side moved, and Lily saw it, "Suny, don't be afraid, your grandmother wants to touch you."

Suny saw Amy's fingers moving and she lowered her eyebrows as she carefully placed her hand on them.

The old lady's hand was as thin as a bone, and Suny's touch felt as if she had touched a dead branch.

Suddenly, her hand was gently shaken and Suny only felt a lump in her heart and an astringent taste in her throat: "Grandma, how are you, my name is Suny."

She looked down at Amy and curled her lips into a shallow smile.

As soon as Suny's words left her mouth, she felt a gentle touch on the back of her hand.

Amy knew she was coming.

Amy, who had waited painstakingly for over thirty years, now finally had Suny in front of her. In that cloudy vision, she faintly saw a girl in her twenties, who looked very, very much like her Maryam.

The old man whispered in her ear that this was Maryam's daughter, who looked like her.

Yes, they were much alike, both beautiful.

She had waited for more than thirty years, and had been torturing of cancer for more than five years, just to see her Maryam again one day.

But her Maryam had died, leaving her with a granddaughter.

She had always wanted a sweet granddaughter, and her daughter-in-law's health was not good enough to conceive another one after she gave birth to Robert.

Now that her Maryam had given her a granddaughter, she had gotten her wish.

Her granddaughter was so pretty and her voice was pleasant to ears.

She really wanted to hug her granddaughter, but unfortunately, she was already too weak to move.

Several times during the nights over the years, she fell asleep worrying that she wouldn't be able to open her eyes the next day.

Now, at last, she didn't have to worry.

She got what she wanted.

Suny looked at Amy's opened and closed lips, her heart smothered with unbearable pain.

She moved her hand slightly and gently held Amy's hand as she leaned down to her ear and said, "Grandma, my mother had a good life all those years, and my father loved and spoiled her very much. My name is Suny Holland because my father's surname is Holland and my mother's adoptive father's surname is Holland."

As soon as her words left her mouth, tears seeped out of the corner of Amy's eyes.

Charlie turned his back and wiped the corners of his eyes, "Suny, stay with your grandmother."

Hearing his words, Lily came around to help him and went out.

Forty years after Lily married into the Murphy family, her mother-in-law was generous and open-minded. She was not troubled by any mother-in-law problems at all, and before Amy fell ill, the two of them used to go on shopping trips together as if they were friends.

She had watched Amy being tortured like this for over five years, and now seeing her excited at the sight of Suny, Lily's eyes couldn't help but become red.

Maryam was a knot in the hearts of the Murphy family!

The old lady could have been death more than two months ago, but she had to wait for this day.

Now that Suny was here and the old lady's time was up, they had all been with her for so many years, and the few hours left should indeed be reserved for Suny.

"Okay."

Suny responded softly, glanced at the backs of both Charlie and Lily, and settled in a chair at the side.

Amy could not speak, only her cloudy eyes moved occasionally.

But Suny knew what the old lady wanted to hear, so she recalled the funny stories Maryam had told her when she was a child.

The sunny day was gradually raining and inside the ward was Suny's gentle and slow voice.

The old lady on the hospital bed just looked at Suny, as if she saw her daughter who was lost back then.

After Suny came to the hospital, Amy seemed to be in good spirits, and although she still could not speak, she could occasionally smile.

The doctor said that Amy would die in a few days.

After feeding the old lady a few mouthfuls of soup, Suny personally carried her to the top of her wheelchair and pushed her to the side corridor of the hospital to watch the spring rain with her.

"My mum said she used to hate the rain because it made her want to sleep in class and it was uncomfortable to come home from being wet."

It was Suny who had been talking, and she knew that Amy could hear her.

The walkway was quiet, there was a sky garden below the walkway. It was raining and the wind was blowing fresh.

The old lady in the wheelchair moved her hand and the blanket on top of her slipped down.

Her mouth was moving, but no words could come out.

Suny crouched down and tried hard to hear what she said, but still couldn't hear anything.

The blanket was slightly rattled by the old lady's fingers, and Suny looked down to find the old lady slowly tapping her fingers against the blanket.

"Is it cold, Grandma?"

Amy's eyes rolled; she wasn't cold.

Her hand was still tapping on the blanket and Suny watched her for a moment as the old woman's eyes clotted with tears.

Outside, the rain was drizzling, occasionally a little windy and drifting directly onto them.

Suny suddenly understood and lowered herself onto the blanket, her other hand pulling the old lady's hand over her face.

She tilted her head sideways, and the old woman suddenly made a sound.

Suny slowly closed her eyes, tears flowing down the corners of her eyes, "Grandma, rest in peace."