Chapter 180

Aside from high blood pressure, Grandpa Walter also had this lingering cough that just wouldn't go away. It was acting up again today-must've caught a chill. Even summer breezes made it worse, so winter wind? No way his lungs could take that. If that cold air got sucked in, he'd be coughing nonstop. Too cold or too hot, his body just couldn't handle temperature swings anymore. Leslie frowned slightly. Honestly, this probably wasn't anything new. Looked like something Grandpa Walter had been dragging around since his younger days. Back then, always grinding for success, never really took care of himself. He could still power through when he was younger, but now? Age caught up, and his body started falling apart. Grandma Matilda stared at Leslie, dazed. Right at that moment, Leslie seemed to be glowing or something-like she was radiating this pure, almost holy vibe, the kind that made people want to kneel or praise her or whatever. She blinked hard. Nope, Leslie looked exactly the same a