?<strong>Chapter 692:</strong>


    When the doctors officially dered Fannie’s grandmother deceased, Fannie’s grief overtook her. Fortunately, Selma was there to support andfort her.


    In the midst of the turmoil, no one had time to pay attention to Bobby. He was about to leave but paused after a few steps to nce back at Fannie.


    He understood her pain all too well and found it unbearable to stay in the hospital, surrounded by the weight of sorrow.


    Exiting the hospital, Bobby retreated to the solitude of his car. As he sat behind the wheel, his mind wandered back to the day when his own grandmother had passed away. When the doctors had issued the critical notice, his parents were out of town and couldn’t return in time. Bobby had just graduated from elementary school,pletely unprepared for the loss that would hit him so unexpectedly.


    Bobby wasn’t rebellious by nature.


    It was only after his grandmother’s death that he began to resent the world and his parents, who he couldn’t even rely on for emotional support. Bobby remembered sitting alone in the hospital < corridor after the doctor had pronounced his grandmother dead.


    At that moment, he had never felt more alone, his grieving heart abandoned.


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    He was in middle school when his rebellious streak escted.


    The worst was when he snapped at his parents during a heated argument, his wounded heart on disy as he shouted, "How can you expect me to respect or care for you when you couldn''t even do that for me or Grandma when she was dying?".


    As he grew older, Bobby gradually came to terms with his painful past.


    This part of his life opened his eyes to the hard truth. People could not be trusted because they would eventually leave.


    Bobby tilted his head back and covered his eyes with his hand, a cigarette dangling between his fingers. He stayed there for a while before he finally drove off.


    Fannie''s grandmother''s funeralsted seven days.


    By the time it was over, Fannie had lost a lot of weight. Between staying up all night for the wake and tending to the guests, she rarely had time to rest.


    Even when she did try to rest, the thought of her grandmother''s death weighed so heavily on her heart that she couldn''t sleep.


    On thest day of the funeral, her mother pulled her aside to tell her about Jett''s kindness. "When this is all over, you thank him properly on behalf of all of us, OK?" Fannie didn''t have the energy to think about such things, but to avoid her mother''s persistent reminders, she half-heartedly agreed.


    After the funeral, Fannie drove off in Jett''s car.


    "Are you tired?" he asked, holding her hand. "You should get some rest. I''ll wake you when we get there."


    Fannie looked at him, her thoughts heavy. It wasn''t that she didn''t want to thank Jett – she had seen all the effort and help he had put in over the past few days.


    But to Fannie, gratitude went beyond words. If Jett ever needed help, she would do everything she could to support him.


    "Thank you for everything, Jett. I owe you one."


    "There''s no need to thank me."


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