Daphne’s POV
My eyes widened in horror as Grandfather remained still, unresponsive to Miles’s desperate cries.
“Grandfather, please wake up,” I whispered, my voice trembling, tears streaming down my face. “Please… please.” My chest tightened, terror gripping me. This isn’t happening. This can’t be happening. He can’t just leave like this.
The door burst open, and the doctor rushed in. Miles immediately stepped aside, his body tense with desperation.
“Please… bring him back,” Miles pleaded, his voice breaking.
The doctor pressed his hands against Grandfather’s chest and began CPR, pushing firmly, rhythmically, trying to restart his heart. Over and over, he tried. Again. And again. My breath hitched with every compression, clinging to the hope that any second now, Grandfather would gasp
