The Heartbreak Prescription (by Glazed Snow) novel Chapter 1096

**TITLE: My Dad Please Come 1096**
**Chapter 1096**

“I refuse to take it!” Keith shouted, his voice echoing in the lavishly decorated room. “I have no desire for any more medicine! The Lowe family has no heir, so what’s the point of my existence? What will I say to the others when I finally meet them in the afterlife?” His words dripped with a mix of despair and defiance, a poignant reminder of the weight of his thoughts.

“Sir, please, don’t say such things!” the butler implored, his voice trembling with urgency. “You can’t joke about your health like this! Mr. Nathan, you need to intervene. Please, don’t upset your grandfather like this. You know how the doctor warned us—he can’t handle strong emotions!” The butler’s eyes darted nervously, knowing the fragile state of Keith’s heart.

Nathan let out a heavy sigh, a mix of frustration and sorrow swirling within him. He understood that his grandfather was putting on an act, yet the underlying truth was undeniable—Keith’s health had been deteriorating year after year, each moment weighed down by the relentless passage of time.

Five years ago, the situation had reached a critical point when Keith had fallen gravely ill, landing in intensive care. Nathan vividly remembered the sight of his grandfather lying there, tubes snaking into his arms, a frail figure clinging to life. In that moment of vulnerability, Keith had clasped Nathan’s hand tightly, his voice filled with desperation as he urged him to marry Ivy. Nathan had reluctantly agreed, driven by a mix of duty and love for the man who had raised him.

Though Keith had pulled through back then, his recovery had come at a price. Ever since that day, he had been reliant on a cocktail of medications, each pill a reminder of the life he was desperately trying to cling to. Nathan often pondered whether Keith was holding on simply to witness the continuation of the Lowe family legacy, a burden that weighed heavily on both their shoulders.

Keith groaned dramatically, his voice laced with bitterness. “That ungrateful brat doesn’t care about me anymore! Look at everyone else! They’re all cradling their great-grandkids while I sit here, completely alone. What’s the point of sticking around? Tomorrow, I’ll give Roger a call, and we’ll just hang ourselves together.” The dark humor in his words was a thin veil over the deep-seated pain he felt.

The mention of Roger Quinn sent a chill down Nathan’s spine. He fell momentarily speechless, grappling with the implications. Roger was notorious for his relentless pressure on Nathan and Ivy to start a family, treating it like a national imperative. Nathan could already envision the scene—Roger somehow managing to shove Ivy onto a private jet, whisking her away to fulfill his dreams of grandchildren.

In truth, Ivy would never choose to be entangled with him under normal circumstances.

“Alright, Grandpa,” Nathan said, his tone tinged with resignation. “Enough of this charade. Ivy has already landed. I’m heading out to pick her up now.”

Instantly, Keith dropped the act. “Then hurry up! Don’t keep her waiting!” His tone shifted to one of urgency, the protective grandfather surfacing.

“You’re fussing over her as if she’s your real granddaughter,” Nathan muttered under his breath, unable to hide his annoyance.

Keith chose to ignore the jab, his focus unwavering. “Bring her home. You two are going to stay together, and you’ll sleep in the same room!” His voice was firm, as if issuing an order rather than making a suggestion.

“Got it,” Nathan replied flatly, just wanting to bring the conversation to a close.

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