Chapter 217

Jordan let out a soft chuckle, obviously in a good mood. I exchanged a few more words with him before ending the call. George shot me a sly look and grinned. "That was future brother-in-law, huh? Is his next round of the competition coming up?" I nodded. George started rambling on about tagging along to watch, saying he wanted to have fun while he still could before getting dragged off to training. I didn’t mind either way, just felt this heavy, inexplicable weight on my chest that made me not really want to talk. We got to the hospital soon. Since shaving his beard, Uncle Richard had looked like a whole new person—handsome, vibrant, and charming. But his heart condition still left his face a little pale. Every time I saw him, I couldn’t help but worry. I greeted him. He smiled warmly and said, "Don’t worry about me. After the surgery, I’ll be fine. Come, sit. I’ve got tons of snacks ready for you today, look." He motioned toward the long table, which was completely packed with delicat