CHAPTER 517: CHAPTER 517: MISSING HIS WIFE

"...This old man is quite strange."

Outside the ward, Yvonne Warren said softly.

"When he first arrived, he was actually awake most of the time, but sometimes he would lose control of his emotions and run out of the house. His son couldn’t handle it anymore, so he brought him here."

"During the time he was here, he would take care of himself well every day, eating, going to the bathroom, sleeping, all on a fixed schedule. But he had a habit; he particularly liked to borrow an old phone from the elderly man in the next room and kept dialing numbers to make calls. However, he couldn’t remember the full numbers and they were always invalid."

Yvonne looked puzzled as she spoke, "We didn’t know why at the time, so we informed his son about it. I remember his son is a police officer, very handsome. After he learned about this, he didn’t say much, just asked us to take good care of him and not let him run out again."

"Then, to stop him from bothering other elderly people, his son gave him a phone without a SIM card to keep him occupied."

Yvonne sighed as she got to this part, "At first, we thought he wanted to contact his son, but later we realized it didn’t seem like that."

"He no longer recognized his son. In fact, in his memory, it seemed he always felt his son was with him. Sometimes he would mistake the staff for his son, or view a pot of flowers, a pot of grass... In short, he didn’t recognize his real son. His life seemed to revolve around waiting for someone to call him..."

"So we all speculated that he might be missing his wife."

At this point, the young girl showed a rather emotional expression, looking quite moved.

Evelyn Clayton already had tears in her eyes.

She nodded, almost hastily looking away, not letting Yvonne notice her discomfort.

Evelyn took out a pen and paper from her bag and left her contact information, "If, if he wants to contact anyone in the future, he can call me. If you have any urgent issues, you can also contact me. After all, his son is usually very busy, and if something important comes up and he can’t step away, it could be troublesome."

Yvonne nodded and took the contact information, then curiously asked, "Miss Clayton, are you dating Mr. Yang’s son?"

"No, I’m not." Evelyn managed a smile, holding back tears, "He’s a police officer, he’s helped me a bit; I guess you could say... he’s a friend. I have an obligation to help take care of his father."

Yvonne suddenly understood and then gave a carefree bright smile, "That’s great, mutual help!"

Evelyn politely smiled back at the young girl before bidding farewell and leaving.

It wasn’t until she got into the car that Evelyn’s tears began to fall.

She lay on the steering wheel, trying hard to suppress her trembling, sobbing uncontrollably.

Until someone lightly knocked on the car door.

Evelyn wiped away her tears, started the car again, and hoarsely said, "Sorry, I’ll leave right now..."

"Evelyn—"

A man’s deep voice came from outside the car.

Evelyn turned to look.

Standing outside the car was James Grant.

Tears still hung on Evelyn’s face, caught off guard when their eyes met, she instinctively averted her gaze.

"Why are you here?" James saw the glistening tears, his heart tightened, "What’s wrong with you?"

"I’m fine." Evelyn trembled slightly, breathing silently. She composed herself and looked back at James, "Why are you here?"