Chapter 986: Chapter 986: Emotions Run Deep
Grace Thompson’s hand, which had been gripping Charlotte Thompson’s wrist, finally relaxed at this time.
As long as she could go home, that would be good.
After a while, seeing that her daughter’s condition had improved considerably, Charlotte personally held Grace in her arms and took her home.
The children, who had been giggling and laughing on the way, quieted down, each of them looking at Grace with great concern.
Grace obediently leaned into Charlotte’s embrace, and seeing the concerned looks of those around her, the corners of her mouth lifted into a smile.
"You don’t have to worry, I feel much better now."
However, Grace’s words only pushed the children deeper into silence.
Charlotte, with her arm around her, was about to say something when Jack Thompson suddenly spoke up.
"Why do you have to go home?
Jack’s voice drew everyone’s attention to him.
He hung his head slightly, but the hand by his side was clenched into a fist.
Then he looked up at Charlotte and Grace in her arms.
A pair of clear eyes misted with a layer of water.
"Why do you want to go home so badly?"
Actually, Jack couldn’t understand it at all—clearly Grace was ill, and she should be treated in the hospital, but why did everyone, from her great-grandmother to Grace herself, want to go home?
Just earlier, it was their wish to go home that led to the incident with the explosion at the hospital, causing Grace to suffer another onset of her illness.
During the emergency treatment for Grace, Jack had almost felt like he was going to suffocate and pass out.
Now that Grace had awakened, she still didn’t take care of herself to rest properly; instead, she insisted on going home.
Jack didn’t understand.
Especially now, Grace was putting on a brave face and smiling—didn’t she know how pale she looked, and why did she insist that she was all right?
Although Jack was young, he knew what illness Grace had contracted, and he understood what it meant.
All the way home, he had been barely suppressing his emotions until he finally couldn’t hold them back anymore.
"Jack."
Grace blinked her eyes; she hadn’t expected the usually gentle Jack to react like this.
"Grace, don’t you know we’re all worried about you? What if we go home and... what if the same thing happens at home?"
As Jack spoke, the other children also turned their gazes in his direction.
Initially, they indeed wanted Grace to be discharged from the hospital and go home, but that was under the condition that her health had nearly recovered, and she had enough energy to go home to recuperate.
But just now, Grace had gone through another emergency, and she hadn’t yet recovered, yet she was already being brought home.
The children’s thoughts were simple, and they couldn’t contemplate too many complex issues; all they cared about was the situation with Grace in front of them.
In their eyes, being sick meant being treated in a hospital—that was the proper course of action, not being sick and yet insisting on going home.
They had lived together since they were little and were nearly inseparable, so their affection for each other was very deep.
Even though Jack and Grace weren’t related by blood, Jack had long considered Grace as his family in his heart.
Although he was a few months younger than Grace, Jack still saw Grace as his little sister.
"Jack."
After hearing what Jack had to say, Grace propped herself up from Charlotte’s embrace, her lips curving into a smile.
She reached out and took hold of Jack’s palm.