"Grandpa, do you want some water?"
The old man nodded, and Cynthia hurriedly turned around and carefully fed him water.
Even though it was a simple task, a lot of water spilled. Cynthia's eyes were filled with tears again.
After feeding him water, Cynthia turned around to put down the cup, and the old man had fallen asleep again.
Looking at her grandfather's sleeping face, Cynthia felt a sense of powerlessness wash over her.
The door opened at this moment, and Andrew walked in softly, carrying a lot of fruit he had bought.
Cynthia hurriedly wiped the tears from her face and stood up. "The company must be very busy. You don't have to stay here with me. Go and do your work."
"What about you?" Andrew frowned as he looked at Cynthia's red eyes, putting down the things in his hands.
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