Chapter 39: Tastes Are Weird, Aren't They?

Alejandro Halenkamp still felt like he was dreaming when he thought back on what had just happened. "Lanlan." Winter Shirvinton snapped out of her daze when she heard him call her name. "Grandpa Han, is my grandpa… is something wrong?!" "No." Alejandro cleared his throat twice and glanced at Ian Shirvinton on the hospital bed before lowering his voice. "He's doing very well." Then, as if afraid someone might overhear, he leaned in even closer. "Um… that young man, Atreus Lyson. Is he your...