"You okay, Grandpa?" Cyrus held Grayson's hand gently, his gaze soft, missing their usual spite.
Kyle stood near the window, ready to order his men to look into the matter if Grayson gave them a hint about who did it.
Amelia stayed outside to talk to the doctor, trying to gain insight into the severity of the situation.
Cyrus's lips trembled slightly, and he shook his head to steady his heart from feeling emotional.
He couldn't break like this. He wasn't allowed to.
He was about to ask Kyle if he wanted to sit near the man who was their grandfather when the door of the room hit the wall after getting pushed so forcefully.
Amora stood at the entrance, tears brimming in her eyes as she looked at her husband, who was so brutally injured and covered in bandages.
"What happened to him, Cyrus? Who did this? Who dared to lay a hand on the former Alpha King?" Amora asked, caressing Grayson's cheeks with a concerned, sad, and affectionate gaze.
