Early the next morning, Mrs. Armstrong rushed to the hospital.
“Grace, are you feeling better? Look at James—he's been so worried he's got dark circles under his eyes. Honey, you've got to get better for his sake,” she said deliberately, glancing at James standing nearby.
“I'm a lot better now, Mom. I told James to go home and rest, but he insisted on staying,” Grace replied, her voice soft and full of affection as she looked at James with doe eyes.
James didn't say much—just shook his head slightly, signaling he wasn't tired.
“James, why don't you go home and take a break? Now that Mom's here, she can stay with me. I'd feel awful if you got sick from overexerting yourself,” Grace said, her voice gentle and sweet.
“Alright then. Mrs. Armstrong, I'll count on you to look af
