Arthur's expression was somewhat gloomy; he said nothing.
His grandmother was truly the most formidable one. When he was young, his grandfather doted on his grandmother incessantly. By today's standards, she was practically placed on a pedestal and worshipped as a goddess.
Yet, when he died, his grandmother was asleep.
Everyone in the family knew that when his grandmother was sleeping, no one was allowed to disturb her—this rule was absolute.
His grandmother was extremely focused on self-care, and to her, nothing was more beneficial to her skin's recovery than sleep.
So... as his grandmother lay weak and dying on the hospital bed, hoping to see her goddess one last time, his father summoned the courage to go home, knock on his grandmother's door, and tell her that his grandfather was about to die, pleading for her to see him one last time.
Unfortunately... what his father received wasn't his grandmother going to the hospital, but a slap in the face.
