Chapter 67

At eight o'clock in the evening, all the people arrived at the King family's old house. The atmosphere in the hall was depressing.

The heating in the room is very high, but I still feel very cold.

With the help of Wasim, old master went downstairs. His face was gloomy and the wrinkles on his face were deeper than before.

He was old and in poor health, so the company's affairs had been handed over to his eldest grandson, Edmund.

He seldom asked about his family.

If it weren't for Rudolf's scandal, he wouldn't have come out to suffer.

Wasim helped old master sit down on the sofa, and all the people sat on the sofa one by one, with a serious expression on their faces, not daring to breathe heavily.

I sat at the end of the line, facing Myrna. Diagonally opposite to me, Edmund sat cross legged with a mobile phone, looking a little absent-minded.