Dominic’s POVI paused at the door before walking in, the room was quiet. For someone who was supposedly very sick, everything looked a little too perfect. The machines were on, the bed was arranged neatly, and my grandfather was lying there with his eyes closed like he was on his last breath.I stepped inside slowly and closed the door behind me.“Are you going to keep pretending,” I said calmly, “or should I call a real doctor this time?”No response.I walked closer to the bed, my hands slipping into my pockets. “Three days,” I added. “You’ve been ‘dying’ for three days now. That’s a new record.”Still nothing.I stopped beside him and looked down at his face. “If you don’t open your eyes, I’m leaving. And this time, I won’t come back.”A second later, his left eye slowly opened.“There you are,” I muttered.He frowned at me. “You have no respect.”I let out a quiet breath. “And you’re faking an illness to get my attention.”He pushed himself up slowly, clearly not weak at all. “If
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