Billionaire's Reborn Baby novel Chapter 904

"Grandpa doesn't want to receive medical treatment," Randy said sadly. "Vincent, I can't just watch him die in front of me. I can't..."

"Listen to him," Vincent said on the other end of the line. "I contacted a foreign doctor the day before yesterday and he will be there in two days. You should accompany your grandpa more."

"Alright," Randy said with a sigh. "I got it."

"Randy," Vincent called out to him.

"Yes, I am listening."

"It is human nature to die and get sick," Vincent said in a low voice. "Mr. Geller is very open-minded. Don't show your negative emotions in front of him and let him go peacefully."

"Alright," Randy choked.

After hanging up the phone, Randy slid down from the wall and sat on the ground. His eyes were red. A moment later, he entered the bathroom, washed his face, and then went straight to the doctor's office. "Dad, Mom, Grandpa is tired. I want to take him home."

Carl had been in low spirits in the hospital. After leaving the hospital, he opened his eyes and smiled, "It's... It's fine today."

"Yes, we came out for a walk," Randy forced a smile.

Rolando, Benson, and Aaron had rushed over when they heard that Carl was hospitalized. They all fell silent when they learned that Carl was at the late stage of lung cancer. Although they were not close to each other, their eyes turned red when they heard the news.

"No wonder he didn't ask us to fish," Aaron sighed. "It turns out that he's sick. Why didn't he tell us?"

"I saw him coughing a few times before and asked him, but he said he just had a cold. I didn't realize that he had..." Benson sighed.

The old men did not go in to visit Carl. But on the day Carl was discharged from the hospital, they waited at the entrance of the Geller's mansion, with a fishing rod in their hands.

When Carl stood up from the wheelchair, he saw the old bones looking at him. "What? Can you stand up? We are going to go fishing."

"Don't look down on me. Randy, bring me my fishing rod," Carl narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Randy greeted the elders and obediently went to get the fishing rod and several blankets.

Not far from the Geller family mansion was a lake.

It was March now. There was no fish at this time. The old men just sat there, chatting about children, grandchildren, and granddaughter-in-law.

"My grandson was only that small back then, but he's so tall now," Aaron made a gesture with his hand. "He's much taller than me now. I haven't seen him for many years. I really want to hug him, like I did when he was young. But he's tall now and I'm getting old. I can't hold him up."

"I heard that your grandson cooks very well," Rolando said.

"Yes, it's delicious," Aaron said proudly.

"My grandson is good-looking too," Aaron said. "He is more good-looking than Rolando's."

"Grandpa, I don't think I'm ugly," Randy interrupted shamelessly.

"No, you're not ugly," said Benson as he sized Randy up. "You're much more handsome than my grandson."

Randy was lost for words.

Carl teased Randy mercilessly. But then, he began to cough. Randy quickly came over and patted his chest to calm him down.

The few old men looked at Carl nervously. After Carl stopped coughing and regained the normal state, everyone heaved a sigh of relief.

"Don't kick the bucket so early. We haven't caught any fish yet," said Rolando.

"We have an appointment to swim with Rolando this summer. Carl, you have to beat him this year," said Aaron.

"Our great-grandsons haven't been born yet. We have to see whose great-grandson is more good-looking," Benson said.

"Alright," Carl smiled.

In the distance, the sun was setting and half of the sky was red. Randy's eyes turned red as well.