Flirted Wrong, Married Right 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 ti, but sotis 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 ti 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 rember the full numbers and they were always invalid."

Yvonne looked puzzled as she spoke, "We didn’t know why at the ti, so we inford his son about it. I rember his son is a police officer, very handso. 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 mory, it seed he always felt his son was with him. Sotis 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 seed to revolve around waiting for soone 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 . If you have any urgent issues, you can also contact . After all, his son is usually very busy, and if sothing important cos up and he can’t step away, it could be troubleso."

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 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 soone 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 ca from outside the car.

Evelyn turned to look.

Standing outside the car was Jas Grant.

Tears still hung on Evelyn’s face, caught off guard when their eyes t, she instinctively averted her gaze.

"Why are you here?" Jas 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 Jas, "Why are you here?"