Sia’s POV
Today marked the day of Grandpa's discharge from the hospital. As we made our way back to the room, Celine turned to me and asked, "Sia, are you going?"
"I'm not sure," I replied. Opening the door to our room, I was surprised to find Arthur sitting on a chair, patiently waiting for us. "Arthur," I exclaimed.
"Where did the two of you go?" he asked, arms crossed, resembling a worried mother awaiting her child's return.
"We just went outside to get some fresh air," Celine responded bluntly.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Arthur questioned, his gaze fixed on my eyes, clearly not in a good mood.
"We didn't take long, Arthur, and you were with Grandpa, so I didn't think it was necessary to inform you," I explained. He slowly approached me and embraced me in a hug. "Uhm," I murmured,
