The old patriarch wanted to use the bathroom but ended up falling in his own bedroom.
For the past two years, his health had been failing, and now he had this fall, leading to his immediate hospitalization.
A man in his seventies taking such a fall—the consequences are evident.
In the hospital corridor, aside from a few ignorant children, all members of the Lancaster Family had come over.
Arthur Saunders sat on a rest chair, his expression heavy, while Lorelei Howard sat beside him, occasionally glancing toward the emergency room.
Joseph Lancaster leaned against the wall beside his parents, arms crossed in front of his chest, with a fist against his lips.
Daxton Lancaster stood at the door of the emergency room, his hands tightly clenched in his pants pockets.
With her husband guarding the door to the emergency room, Violet Zimmerman had no choice but to bear the pain in her hips and the root of her thigh and stand there as well.
