Amelia lifted her gaze, following the sound.
On the hospital bed, Grandpa Cromwell had already woken up. His eyes didn’t have the weariness typical of old age, but instead carried a calm, composed air.
It was the aura of someone who had weathered the ups and downs of the business world—a presence not everyone could possess.
Even though he was still recovering, his tone revealed a subtle authority. In terms of temperament, even ten Jacksons would likely fall short compared to this elderly man.
Although Grandpa Cromwell wasn’t fully healed, his composure was evident, and his sharp gaze softened when it landed on Amelia.
Aside from Grandpa Cromwell, the handsome patient from yesterday was also present.
He was sitting at the bedside, his long legs crossed, not wearing a suit, giving off
