Since Eden was taking Yolanda to see the old matriarch, Mrs. Walker couldn't object. She offered a few words of advice before watching Yolanda get into Eden’s car and drive away.
Mrs. Thompson Sr.'s condition had become so severe that she had been moved from the nursing home to the city hospital, whose cardiac specialists were renowned nationwide.
Eden led Yolanda into the hospital room.
Mrs. Thompson Sr. was sitting up in bed, frail and skeletal, her eyes cloudy and dull.
“Yolanda, you’re here. Come, come, let me see you,” Mrs. Thompson Sr. beckoned, though her cloudy eyes were fixed on Yolanda’s stomach.
“You’re almost five months along now, aren’t you? It’s a boy, right?”
“I don’t know. The doctor didn’t say,” Yolanda snapped impatiently.
Mrs. Thompson Sr. was clearly not satisfied with this answer. She glared at Yolanda. “The doctor didn't say? Why didn't you ask? Do you know how to use your voice?”
Yolanda was seething, but Mrs. Thompson Sr. looked like she could drop dead at any moment, so she bit her tongue.
Seeing the tension, Eden pulled Yolanda aside. He then took Mrs. Thompson Sr.’s hand with a smile and said reassuringly, “Grandma, don’t you worry. I promise you, the baby in Yolanda’s belly is your great-grandson.”
“Don’t you try to fool me. How could you know what it is through her belly?” Mrs. Thompson Sr. retorted, but her expression had clearly brightened.

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