When he drove to the hospital, the rest of the Laurent family was also in the ward.
Ethan Laurent walked in, poured the pot of fruit tea he brought with him, handed a cup to Enzo Laurent, and poured himself one as well.
He held it up to his nose and smelled it, and to the surprise of Esther Shaw watching nearby, he actually drank the tea.
"Since when do you like this sour and sweet taste?" She looked at him oddly and asked, puzzled.
"Grandpa, would you like more?" Ethan Laurent's lips curved slightly as he tactfully avoided her question and turned his gaze to Enzo Laurent on the bed.
"Where did you get this from?" Enzo Laurent handed his cup back to him, asking casually.
Your granddaughter-in-law made it for you!
Ethan Laurent didn't say it outright, just poured him another cup.
Esther Shaw watched his movements unobtrusively from the side, having guessed much of it.
