Chapter: 1473

"Norah," Bernice said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Could you check on my father? Is there any chance he might recover?"

Haunted by the doctor's prediction of only a few months remaining for her father, Bernice broke down crying.

After being reunited with her father after such a long separation, was she now destined to lose him for good? She refused to accept that possibility!

“Norah, please, save your grandfather. I'm begging you," Bernice sobbed.

Huntley and Caylee, unaware of Norah's medical skills, were puzzled by Bernice's request for her daughter's help instead of a professional doctor's.

Norah soothed Bernice, patting her on the back. “Mom, please don't cry. I'll go check on Grandpa right now."

She pushed open the door and stepped inside. The room was filled with medical equipment, which made the large space feel cramped.

The elderly man on the bed was drawing shallow breaths, his face obscured by an oxygen mask that fogged up intermittently.

His hand, attached to an IV drip, showed the marks of age with its wrinkles and calluses.

As Norah approached, the old man's eyes fluttered open.

"Norah?"

Keenan's voice rasped as he looked at Norah with affection, watching her settle on a chair beside his bed.

"This is our first time meeting, and I instructed your uncle to give you something from the black safe in my room as a gift." He spoke slowly, pausing to catch his breath after every few words.

Norah listened patiently, her hand covering his, the warmth of his skin causing her heart to flutter.

This was her grandfather.

"Grandpa," she cooed. "I'm Norah Wilson. You must have heard about me from Mom."

She offered a sweet, childlike smile. "Mom might not have mentioned, but I'm a very accomplished doctor."

She blinked playfully, the light accentuating her dimples. "So don't worry, I'll do everything I can to help you live a few more years."

Keenan's eyes, cloudy and dim, shifted slightly. His failing eyesight made it difficult to see clearly.

"I'm aware of my condition. Just seeing your mother again has fulfilled my final wishes," he sighed.

As his end drew near, his longing to see his daughter intensified.

Now that he had, he felt at peace, even if death came tonight.

"Grandpa, give me a chance. Trust in yourself, and you will improve."

As Norah spoke, she conducted a brief examination of his physical condition. With her unique skills, she uncovered numerous factors contributing to his declining health.