Chapter 1151:

George rushed toward him, shouting, “Wait! What do you want me to do with your violin?” Rickey’s smile remained calm. “Do whatever feels right. And please, take care of Elyse.” Before George could speak again, Rickey was pulled away into a swirling vortex. In the distance, George heard Anthony’s voice cutting through the dream. “Dad, stop dozing off. It’s time to eat something. You’ve been asleep all afternoon.” George opened his eyes to find Anthony’s face hovering inches away. He groaned, “And what’s all this about, you little rascal?” Anthony blinked in shock. “Why are you snapping at me? I’m trying to look after you, and you’re giving me grief? Just because you’re laid up in the hospital doesn’t make you king of the house. I’m not here to pamper you!” George snarled and, with a bit of effort, slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position. Anthony placed the food tray in front of him. “Come on, eat. You’re too old to be skipping meals like some rebellious teenager just because you’re in a mood.” Ignoring his son’s fussing, George asked, “Where’s Elyse?” Anthony replied, “She went back to the hotel to rest. Why do you want to know?” “Call her. Tell her to come over. I’ve got something to say to her,” George ordered, his voice firm. Anthony raised an eyebrow. “Out of the blue? Why now?” George shot him a sharp look that made Anthony flinch. “Just call her.” With a sigh, Anthony relented. “Alright, alright, I’ll call her.” As he started dialing, George added, “And bring me the violin from home.” Anthony blinked in confusion. “The violin? What do you need that for?” “Just do as I say. Why is it so hard for you to follow a simple order?” George smacked Anthony lightly on the shoulder. Grumbling under his breath, Anthony rubbed his shoulder. “Fine, since you’re the one lying in a hospital bed, I’ll go along with it.” Meanwhile, Elyse received the call when she got back to the hotel. They agreed to meet at the hospital around 6 p.m. After the call, Elyse told Edward about the sudden meeting. He frowned, puzzled. “What’s got that old man so keen to see you all of a sudden? And why the rush?” Elyse shook her head, equally mystified. “I’m not sure, but Anthony said it’s something good. I’ll go and see.” Edward, slipping his arm around her waist, said, “Before you go rushing off, how about we enjoy a candlelit dinner? After we eat, I’ll take you to the hospital.” Elyse smiled and nodded. They stepped into a cozy restaurant, ordered a few dishes, and enjoyed their meal. But when they went to settle the bill, they were met with a surprise. The cashier smiled and said, “Your bill has already been taken care of.” . . .