"Thank you. We will," Wanda acknowledged.

“Not a problem. Let us know if you need anything else. I'll leave you be."

After the doctor departed, Wanda said, "Cesar is doing well. You can rest easy, You've been waiting here for a long time. Go back and have dinner."

"Grandma, you've been here just as long. Make sure to look after yourself too. We can't afford for you to fall sick."

"Sabrina's right. Let me escort you home, Grandma. Grandpa will be asleep for a while. You should rest and be ready to greet him when he wakes up," Tyrone suggested.

"Indeed, Grandma. Let's wait for Grandpa to wake up. We'll come get you as soon as he does. Does that sound good?" Larry chimed in.

"Alright then."

"Great, I'll get you home, Grandma. Tyrone, Sabrina, stay here with Grandpa. I'LL return soon after dropping Grandma home," Larry offered, helping Wanda to her feet.

“Be careful, Larry."

Once they departed, only Sabrina and Tyrone remained in the room.

"You haven't eaten yet, and it's been quite a while. I'll arrange some food for you," Tyrone suggested.

“Sure.”

With that, Tyrone exited the room and made his way to Lynch's office.

After hours of operating, Lynch was resting in his office. A knock sounded at his door.

"Come in," Lynch called, rubbing his forehead. "Tyrone, it's you. What can I do for you?"

"I wanted to inquire about my grandpa's real condition. We're alone you can tell me the truth."

Straightening up, Lynch let out a thoughtful sigh. "Cesar has been pushing himself since his youth and his health has been compromised because of it. His age is catching up with him despite his efforts to stay well. Plus, years of pill intake has taken a toll on his body. The surgery went well, but his prospects aren't too bright."

"How long does he have?"

Lynch glanced at Tyrone, raising three fingers. "I can try my utmost to give him three more months. Beyond that, it's in the hands of God."

Tyrone felt his body shudder, his heart gripped with a dull ache.