Things were going exactly as Jensen Morrison had predicted.
Thanks to Grandpa Holden, Hazel Sterling had entered a kind of battle-ready state. Her spirits were high, and she was always ready to pick a fight.
Because of this, her appetite increased a little more each day, and she gradually transitioned from a patient's liquid diet back to normal food.
Soon, she was out of her wheelchair, able to take a few steps around the living room with a cane. A week later, she could even use her cane to go see the vegetable patch Grandpa Holden was cultivating.
The patch of lawn Grandpa Holden had his eye on had been cleared, watered, and fertilized, transformed into small vegetable beds.
Grandpa Holden had asked Mrs. Orchid to get some vegetable seeds, and today was the big day for him to sow them.
The late summer sun was still scorching. Grandpa Holden was busy working up a sweat, his white cotton-linen undershirt soaked through, yet he stubbornly refused to take a break.
