"Alright, enough with the talking!" Weston Hawthorne, frail and bedridden, directed his weak gaze towards Melody Thorne. "You know, I have quite a connection with Miss Melody and the Seymour Family. Over a decade ago, the elder Mr. Seymour fell upon hard times, and I saved him. Now that I've fallen upon hard times, it's his granddaughter who comes to my rescue. It truly seems that kindness begets kindness."
"You knew my grandfather?" Melody Thorne regarded him with increased warmth, pulling over a chair to sit next to him.
"Yes, we've been acquainted for over ten years. If you don't mind, you could call me Grandpa Weston," Weston Hawthorne looked at her tenderly.
"Is someone trying to harm you here?" Melody Thorne asked directly. "You've investigated my identity and had ties with my grandfather. Is there somewhere I can help you today? I know a few doctors whose medical expertise is excellent. Should I bring them over to examine you?"
