Scarlett wasn't swayed by Nina's attempts to persuade her to stay, and Nina decided not to press further. After finishing lunch, Nina, Scarlett, and the children headed to the hospital to visit Pharaoh, with Nash driving them.

Pharaoh had expressed a desire to move back home, but Nina firmly refused. At the hospital, his condition could be monitored around the clock, and Nina wasn't willing to take any risks with his health. She couldn't bear the thought of any sudden emergencies. Pharaoh's face lit up when he saw the children. Orion clung to her grandfather, while little Gemma sat happily in his arms. Pharaoh gently pinched her cheeks, and she responded with a bright, toothy grin.

"Pharaoh, am I really that invisible?" Scarlett teased, noticing how he only seemed to have eyes for the kids.

Pharaoh finally turned his attention to Scarlett. "It's been ages since I last saw you. My old eyes must be failing me. I didn't even notice you. Sorry about that."

Scarlett smiled warmly. "Don't worry, I could never compete with your two precious grandkids. How have you been feeling lately?"

Pharaoh shrugged. "I'm doing okay, nothing serious. Oh yeah! Nina, your brother and sister-in-law have gone back to Yaren Tribe, and I've been thinking... maybe it's time for me to check out of this place."

"You can't just leave the hospital!" Nina protested. "I'm no medical expert, and Wilfred is busy running his hospital. Coming home would be more stressful than staying here."

Although they could afford to set up an ICU-level room at home, it wouldn't match the expertise available at the hospital. Nina felt it was safer for Pharaoh to remain under professional care.

But Pharaoh had made up his mind that he didn't want to stay in the hospital any longer. "I've already spoken to the doctor, and they said I'm stable enough to be discharged. Honestly, I think going home will do wonders for my mood."

At home, he could spend time with

his grandchildren, enjoy their laughter, and keep himself

distracted. Here in the hospital, a

he saw were beeping machines, and all he smelled was the sharp scent of disinfectant. It wasn't the life he wanted.

Nina started to argue again, but Nash gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "If Pharaoh wants to go home, then we'll take him home."

Pharaoh understood her hesitation.

He didn't blame Nina for worrying. If anything, he appreciated her concern. "When it's time for chemo I'll come back to the hospital. You don't need to worry about me. I've come to terms with everything. If it comes to it... well, if I die, I'll die happy knowing I spent my final days with my family."

He had already decided that if his time came, he wanted to be buried in Birkham, not in the Yaren Tribe. Nina and Nash were building their lives in Birkham, and having his resting place nearby would make it easier for them to visit.

As for Micah, Pharaoh had poured his heart and soul into raising him. He had always known how talented and capable Micah was. And truthfully, he had spent far more time with Micah than with Nina.

But he hadn't shared any of this with Nina yet.

Nina's nose stung, and tears pricked her eyes. "Don't talk like that. Medical technology has advanced so much, and we're actively treating you. You said it yourself that you want to help take care of the kids."

Pharaoh had made many mistakes

in his past, but he was still her

father. And now, he had changed. He had helped rebuild the Yaren Tribe and sponsored countless children in Birkham. He was wonderful with her kids, and the bond of family ran deep. There was no way she could feel indifferent.

"That's right. I still have plenty of years left to spoil my grandkids," Pharaoh said with a chuckle. "Now, let's head home. I've been craving your fish stew. I've missed your cooking."

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