Old Mr. Allson's expression was a little unnatural as he said, "Don't listen to the nonsense of those doctors. It's just a small ailment. Your grandfather is in good health."
"Do you still want to hide the truth from me?" Christopher was feeling miserable.
Seeing that he couldn't lie anymore, Old Mr. Allson sighed and said, "You guys are all busy. So what if I told you? You're not doctors. Besides, I've lived to this age. What's there to be afraid of?"
The old man spoke calmly.
Christopher felt extremely sad. He knew that no one could escape death, but he still selfishly hoped that his grandfather could live a long life.
Closing his eyes, he hid his sadness and said, "Even if we're not doctors, we can still spend more time with you."
"I'm just an old man. What's there to accompany? It's better if you just have a child as soon as possible. Then before I die, I will have a great-grandson."
All of a sudden, Christopher could not refute his grandfather's words.
