Jiang Ze waited outside the hospital room, leaving Meng Zhiyuan and Grandpa Meng alone inside to talk as father and son.
At the door, Meng Zhixiong looked thoroughly displeased as two bodyguards barred his way.
"What have you two done to him?! Father's already in that condition, and you still won't let the medical staff in. I think Meng Zhiyuan wants his own father dead!"
Meng Zhixiong's face was full of anger and grief. Several respected elders from the surrounding families looked unhappy as well.
Although few of them genuinely cared about Grandpa Meng, they were still deeply dissatisfied with Meng Zhiyuan's high-handed methods.
"Your name is Jiang Ze, isn't it? The second Meng boy has been in there long enough. Surely he's had enough time to grieve. Hurry up and let the medical staff in so Grandpa Meng can at least leave this world with some dignity!"
A trembling old man was helped up from his chair and thumped his cane hard against the floor twice.
Jiang Ze glanced up indifferently. These old fossils were always throwing their weight around because of their age, and he couldn't be bothered to argue with them.
Although Meng Zhixing had no idea what his second brother was doing inside, he trusted him unconditionally. Seeing Jiang Ze surrounded, he hurried forward.
"Please calm down, uncles. You all know how close my second brother has been to Father since childhood. Right now, he..."
At this point, Meng Zhixing seemed overcome with sadness and even wiped the corners of his eyes.
"...he probably can't bear the grief just yet. Please be understanding!"
The elders all fell silent for a couple of seconds. Several bristled with anger.
Who here didn't know that Meng Zhiyuan had always had a mind of his own, even as a child,