"Pfft—" A surprised laugh escaped Nyla despite the tears still clinging to her lashes. With a playful flick to his forehead, she chuckled. "You little troublemaker. Now that your brother's awake, you're acting like a little brat again!"
With a longing sigh, she expressed her hope for Ernest's swift recovery. "It'll be easier for you too, once he's better, right?"
Eric nodded. "Yes, Grandma."
Throughout the night, they kept vigil in Ernest's hospital room.
The next morning, Nyla, with Eric's assistance, helped Ernest get ready for the day.
Ernest's cheeks reddened from embarrassment, though he couldn't utter a word yet.
Nyla instantly understood the situation. Having raised the boys herself, she knew them well.
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