Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 72

"Sorry, Mr. Erickson—I didn't hold him steady enough," the caregiver stammered when she noticed Tyler behind her.

Tyler waved her off, then gently turned his grandfather over.

"I'll do it."

He took the towel from her hands and started washing Parker himself, moving with quiet determination.

When the caregiver brought over a basin of water, she quietly slipped out, leaving just Tyler and his grandfather in the private hospital room.

After carefully cleaning Parker's back, Tyler shifted him onto his other side. The old man was still groggy, unable to help at all; even though he didn't weigh much, moving him required real effort. Tyler found himself straining, despite his own strength.

Once Parker was turned, Tyler continued washing his front. But as he dipped the towel back into the water, he realized the basin had already gone cold. Sighing, he carried it to the bathroom to fetch fresh hot water, then returned and resumed the routine.

He repeated this process several times, patiently wiping and rinsing, until, half an hour later, the task was finally done. By then, sweat beaded on Tyler's forehead.

As he finished, he let out a quiet breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

He paused, surprised at how physically draining it was to care for an elderly person in this way. Even with his broad shoulders and strong arms, it was exhausting.

How did Emilia manage it?

Tyler glanced at his grandfather lying on the bed, but in his mind's eye, all he could see was Emilia moving briskly about, caring for Parker with gentle efficiency.

He stood lost in thought for a moment, then shook it off.

Carrying the basin, Tyler emptied the water and decided to track down a doctor to ask about Parker's condition.

He hadn't made it far before voices from around the corner caught his ear.

"For who? If she wanted to act, she could do it in front of Mr. Erickson. She wouldn't go to these lengths," the first replied, still massaging her back. "And have you noticed how often Mr. Parker's been coming to the hospital lately?"

The thinner caregiver nodded.

"The housekeepers at home aren't careless," the first caregiver sighed. "They do their jobs, but Mrs. Erickson always went the extra mile. That's why Mr. Parker was always so well cared for."

"And the old lady too," she added. "She never used to wear herself out like this."

The thin caregiver looked genuinely surprised. "I never would've guessed… I always thought…"

Their hushed conversation continued, but Tyler lingered just out of sight, listening.

His grandfather was the heart of the family. Everyone tasked with looking after him—from the private doctor to the nurses, from caregivers to housekeepers—were the best that money could hire, and there were always more than enough hands to help.