A Symbol Of His Heart

"Grandpa!" Eve hurried inside the room and knelt on the bedside. "What happened to you, Grandpa? Are you sick? When did you fall sick? Grandpa, is it serious?"

"You, this silly girl. Which question do you want me to answer first?" Her grandfather chuckled. "This Old Man is as fit as a horse."

"Since when did you fall sick, Grandpa?" Eve held his hand.

"Young Miss, he is suffering from high blood pressure. Be rest assured, compared to last week, your grandfather is recovering well," her grandfather's caregiver answered.

Eve shook her head and sighed. "Grandpa, why didn't you tell me you were sick during the phone call?" She looked toward the Old Man and murmured.

"It is just a minor illness, I don't see why I should bother you with it." The old man patted her head.

"But Grandpa—"

"Actually, Young Miss, not a day goes by without your grandfather speaking of you. He longs so much to see you. This, I think, is part of the reason why he fell sick."

"Really, Grandpa?" Eve's heart twisted