They spent another three hours waiting outside the operating room.

As time wore on, the seriousness of the situation seemed to deepen.

As dusk settled in, Wanda cast a glance at Tyrone and proposed, "Tyrone, there's no need for you to Linger here. Sabrina's been hurt in the head. You should accompany her home. As soon as your grandpa is out of surgery, Larry will give you a ring."

"No," Sabrina instantly retorted, clutching onto Wanda's arm. "I'm not leaving. I want to wait here with you."

Regardless of Cesar's fate, she was determined to stay.

"Grandma, we will wait here with you," declared Tyrone.

Noting their resolve, Wanda fell silent.

Two hours later, the red light above the operating room's door switched to green.

At the same time, Tyrone, Sabrina, and Wanda sprang up, bracing for the doctor's report at the operating room's entrance.

The door swung open.

"Lynch, how's my grandpa?" Tyrone inquired immediately, his voice shaky and choked up.

Sabrina was silently observing Lynch, her hands folded across her chest.

Peeling off his mask, Lynch responded, "The surgery went well. He will need a couple of days in the ICU. If there's nothing else, he will then be transferred to a regular room."

Sabrina's countenance finally softened into a smile, tears trickling down as relief washed over her.

"I appreciate your help, Lynch."

Then Cesar was wheeled into the ICU.

Sabrina's heart wrenched at the sight of a still Cesar in the bed.

Just days ago, he was gleefully engrossed in a game of chess with her, now he Lay unconscious.

They all accompanied him to the ICU.

A doctor then cautioned, "The patient needs peace at the moment. Please maintain silence."