Elizabeth was lying on the bed in her room. She was hanging by a thread through a ventilator.

Philip was sitting by her bedside. He was talking to her, but there was no response from her. When he heard a knock on the door, the old man turned and saw Stephen. "You’re here."

Stephen walked over to his side and said, "How is Grandma?"

Philip shook his head and replied, "She's slowly losing consciousness."

"What did the people from Hope say?" Stephen asked.

Philip sighed and replied, "We have no more options."

Hope Health Services had managed Elizabeth's medical care for the past two years. The results had been decent at the start. However, the people from Hope had mentioned that Elizabeth wouldn’t last long and had asked them to be mentally prepared.

They'd tried everything to keep Elizabeth alive.

Elizabeth had accepted her fate. She always said that death was inevitable—no one could stop it. However, for the Anderson family, as long as she was breathing, they couldn’t give up o