Victor’s POV
After the initial shock from Alice’s statement fades, I manage to steady myself.
“Alright,” I reply quietly.
Without waiting for anything else, I turn and walk into Grandpa’s room.
“Hey, Grandpa.”
“Victor… come, sit with me. I have something to discuss with you.”
His voice is weak but firm. I move closer, pulling a chair beside his bed and sitting down. His eyes study me carefully, like he’s trying to read everything I’m not saying.
“I like her, Victor,” he says.
I freeze.
The words hit me harder than I expected.
“But… I wish the circumstances were different,” he continues, his tone softer now.
I swallow.
“Are you sure you do not have romantic feelings for her?”
The question catches me off guard. Completely.
For a moment, I can’t speak.
Do I have
