Bye, My Irresistible Love

Chapter 752 His Grandpa Has Passed Away

George's POV:

I didn't get to see Grandpa in his last moments alive.

I walked towards the ward, but right as I reached the door, I took a step back and didn't dare go forward.

My parents were inside the ward and the whole floor was full of relatives and family friends who came to visit.

The atmosphere was very heavy.

No one spoke.

After what seemed like forever, my mother emerged from the room.

She staggered towards me, her eyes brimming with tears.

"George, come in and see your grandfather,"

she sobbed.

Several relatives beside me suddenly burst into tears.

Soon, the sound of sobbing spread to the corridor.

lentered the room and slowly strode across the floor towards Grandpa's bed.

I bowed my head to him as he lay on the bed.

I didn't say anything, for I didn't know what to say.

Grandpa's eyes were closed peacefully, as if he was asleep.

In just three years, we had been separated forever.

My mother stood next to me.

She looked like she wanted to say something, but I just avoided her gaze and ignored her.

Not long after, my parents began preparations for my grandfather's funeral.

I rarely saw them.

When Grandpa was alive, he once said that he didn't want a grand funeral.

However, my parents had other plans.

According to them, Grandpa kept a low profile all his life.

Now that he had left, he deserved a big funeral.

The news of my grandfather's death immediately spread throughout the country.

He held a high position when he was alive, so the funeral was held according to the highest standard, which would last a week.

Generally, the media wouldn't be allowed to take photos and videos of such an event.

However, my father's assistant had strictly selected two media outlets and allowed them to report about the funeral in a respectable way.

Helen's POV: I was having dinner with Ruben and Clare when I found out about George’s grandfather's death.

The funeral was being broadcasted on the restaurant's television.

"The head of the Affleck family has passed away! Look!"

Clare had a clear view of the television so she was the first to see it.

Our heads darted towards the direction of the television.

I saw many familiar faces on the screen.

George's parents, Kendal, and Velma were present.

They all had moist eyes as if they had been crying.

George's mother, in particular, appeared to be the most grief-stricken.

She looked like she was on the verge of collapsing, only supported by Velma and the maid.

© I casually glanced at the screen and quickly looked away.

I lowered my head and continued to look at the menu in my hand.

Ruben and Clare watched the news with relish as if it was some soap opera.

"The man may be a legendary figure, but life will always get to us—no matter rich or poor, one will eventually die.

At least his life was complete.

Before he left, he paved the way for his son.

I heard he also has an excellent grandson,"

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@ Clare was not interested in the political topic that Ruben was spouting, so she began to gossip.

"I heard that George Affleck, the boss of Zhester Technology, is the only grandson of the Affleck family.

He has an impressive background and developed countless products that have become staples.

I had an interview with Zhester Technology last year, and lately, I've been paying more attention to them.

Unfortunately, the big boss hasn't shown up in public in the recent years.

I think his most recent public appearance was in the video for a product launch a few years ago.

I have to say that George is very handsome.

It's a pity that I didn't see him at the funeral just now.

Are those tumors perhaps false?"

she yapped, not even taking a few seconds to breathe.

Clare once mentioned that she and her classmates were fans of electronic products.

I was used to her frequent gossiping about Zhester Technology by now, praising their products to no end.

I looked down at the menu and listened to her quietly.

I didn't want to get involved in the topic, so I kept ordering absent-mindedly.

"Helen, why did you order so many dishes? The three of us can't finish these all!"

Clare called out.

Only then did I come to my senses.

Our table was filled with dishes that was more than enough for a whole party.

"Well, if we can't finish it, I can just take it home to feed the kids"

I explained calmly.

Ruben shook his head in disappointment.

"Helen, you can't do this.

Children need to eat nutritious and healthy food, not these junk food.

If my wife finds out about this, she will scold you again.

I know you are very busy with your work, but you have to pay more attention tothe children.

Their health is much more important than your work."

Ruben was always adamant about the children’s health.

He always felt that only the home-made food was clean and nutritious enough for children.

I felt a little ashamed after I said it so casually.

I was never good at cooking.

Luis and Polly didn't like the food I cooked and they would rather have dinner in the kindergarten before going home.

"I'll ask my wife to teach you how to cook.

You can start with some simple dishes.

It's not difficult at all.

It will only take a few practices and you will learn eventually,"

Ruben assured me in a low voice, knowing that I was bad at cooking.

I just smiled and nodded in return.

I was grateful to Ruben for trying to help, but I knew that some people just didn't have the skills and talents for certain aspects.

Cooking was simply too hard for me.

On our way back after dinner, the glorious deeds of George's grandfather was being broadcasted on Ruben's car radio.

The car was hushed as sad background music accompanied the host speaking.

Clare, who had always been lively, was uncharacteristically silent.

The atmosphere was too depressing.

Suddenly, I felt a burst of pain in my stomach and a tightness in my chest.

I had to roll down the window to breathe.

When the car passed by the hospital where Platt was, I couldn't take it anymore.

So I asked Ruben to stop the car.

Ruben and Clare both looked at me with concern.

"Helen, are you not feeling well? You don't look too good."

I chuckled softly, dismissing their worries.

"I'm fine.

I just remembered that my friend is in the hospital.

I want to drop by."

I said goodbye to them, got out of the car, and went inside the hospital to visit Platt.