Billionaire Ex-wife: I Can't Live Without You
Chapter 2084

“Have you called the medical team?” Nathan inquired.

Kern nodded, leading them inside.

“I’ve called them.

They will be here shortly.

”

Lucinda asked, “Why did Grandpa faint again? Last time, the doctor said he was fine.

Did he eat something wrong?”

Kern replied gravely, “When I returned, he was unconscious.

I don’t know the exact cause.

This time it seems more serious, so I needed Mr.

Payne to return.

”

They entered the house and proceeded toward the staircase.

As Norton was elderly and had poor mobility, his room was on the second floor.

Reaching the second floor, Kern mentioned, “Madam, Zenia told me that Colby has been crying continuously and refuses to sleep.

She couldn’t soothe him at all.

Now that you’re here, perhaps you should see him?”

Colby had been crying continuously?

Lucinda was surprised by Kern’s words and looked at Nathan, hesitating before replying to Kern.

Understanding Kern’s intentions, Nathan said, “Lucinda, Colby might be feeling unwell or missing you; that’s why he’s upset.

Please, go check on him.

I will go check on Grandpa by myself.

”

“Alright, I’ll see Colby first.

If it’s nothing serious, I’ll join you,” Lucinda agreed.

“Okay.

” Nathan watched her ascend the stairs, then turned back.

“Let’s go, sir.

Your grandfather needs you,” Kern urged.

Nathan shifted his gaze and followed Kern into Norton’s bedroom.

The ceiling lamp cast a soft glow across the room.

Sitting up in bed, Norton leaned against the pillows, fixing Nathan with a piercing gaze.

Nathan showed no surprise, finding Norton alert and seemingly well.

Just now, he had guessed the truth.

“Grandpa, if you want to see me, you could simply call.

There’s no need to feign illness.

”

Norton remained silent.

He extended his hand slowly and beckoned, “Nathan, sit here by my side.

”

Nathan approached and took his place beside the bed.

Observing his eldest grandson, Norton’s face lit up with pride.

“You were merely two when you arrived here, barely reaching my knee,” he reminisced, his wrinkled hand mimicking a small child’s height.

“You were so small and endearing back then, always tugging at my trousers, calling out ‘Grandpa.

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