Chapter 876
Chapter 876:
Now, as she was about to meet them, her heart was a mix of excitement and apprehension.
The elevator doors slid open, and Toby led her to the ward.
Outside, many relatives of the Cooper family had gathered, a testament to the gravity of the old lady’s health.
Hearing footsteps, everyone turned their heads.
Two elderly women rushed over immediately, embracing Fernanda and weeping loudly. Toby introduced them as her aunts.
“She looks just like Gracie,” Felipa Miller noted, cradling Fernanda’s face. “But she’s so thin. These years must have been hard on her.”
Sarai Harvey, tears blurring her vision, added, “She’s here now, and that’s all that matters. Reunion is what counts!”
They guided Fernanda to the bedside of the old lady, Macie Cooper.
She lay frail, an oxygen mask obscuring her features, barely conscious. Felipa leaned close to Macie’s ear and announced loudly, “Mom, Gracie’s daughter, Fernanda, has come to see you! Haven’t you been longing for your granddaughter every day? She’s here now!”
At those words, Macie mustered all her strength to open her clouded eyes.
Toby stepped aside, allowing Fernanda to move closer.
“Grandma,” Fernanda whispered gently.
Macie, unable to speak or move, could only look on. She stared unblinkingly at Fernanda, tears beginning to stream from the corners of her eyes.
Through the oxygen mask, Fernanda noticed her grandmother’s lips curl into a faint smile.
Her eyes radiated joy, relief, love, and care. The tears cleared the cloudiness from her eyes, making them brighter. Fernanda felt a pang in her heart.
She hadn’t shed tears when her aunts embraced her, but now, looking into her grandmother’s eyes, a surge of emotion washed over her, clouding her vision. Macie’s lips twitched slightly, a whisper lost in silence.
𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧴ℭ𝗈𝗺
Fernanda grasped her grandmother’s frail, bony hand and held it gently against her cheek.
Macie’s palm, though rough and worn, was as warm as the morning sun. Her lips moved once more. Fernanda leaned in, barely catching the whispered nickname. “Little pancake…”
“Little pancake?”
Toby explained, “That’s what your grandmother called your mother when she was a little girl.”
Macie looked at Fernanda as if she had traversed decades, seeing not the grown woman before her, but her daughter in her teenage years—playful and cheeky at her bedside.
The vision of her daughter, once a distant memory, now seemed close and tangible.
It was as if her daughter had finally returned home, never to depart again. Macie touched Fernanda’s face, mirroring the affection she had shown years ago when their family was intact and joyful.
That joy had been abruptly cut short by the loss of her husband and youngest daughter.
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