As long as the old man was still alive, his image as a dutiful grandson would remain secure.
Now that something seemed wrong over there, Zhong Jiayou could only change his original plan. He still had to maintain the image of a filial son and worthy grandson; otherwise, everything he had done before would have been for nothing. As he headed toward the hospital, he considered how to proceed with his plan. If he mishandled this, the consequences would be unthinkable.
He might lose all the company's promotional resources and suffer a massive loss of followers, permanently bidding farewell to the entertainment industry.
At that thought, sweat seeped from his forehead.
All he could do now was pray from the bottom of his heart that the old man would hold on a little longer and live a while more.
This was the first time he had prayed so devoutly for the old man, hoping that he would live well for a little longer.
Who would have thought it would be because of this?
Meanwhile,
Inside the hospital room.
The two sat facing each other in silence. The oppressive atmosphere made Zhong Zhihong feel a trace of unease.
He wondered what his father wanted to say. He even considered whether his father would use the chance to discuss his will to blame him for something.
Yet his father remained silent. He simply sat upright on the hospital bed, his gaze calm and deep.
He looked alert, completely free of his usual dejection. There was only a capable air about him, along with eyes that made one feel strength.
In the silent hospital room, the father and son's breathing sounded especially clear, rising and falling in turn.
It stood out in that quiet space.
Facing his aging father's gaze, Zhong Zhihong lowered