"Don't you dare! Don't think I don't know. You're after some kind of mischief again, aren't you? You and your father are truly disgusting." Madam Shang was full of hatred.
Madam Shang didn't let her in, trying to drive her away.
Ye Lu, with no other options, turned to leave, but she was stopped by a bodyguard in a hurry: "Miss Ye, Old Sir Shang invites you in."
Madam Shang's face underwent a drastic transformation: "Has dad gone mad? How could he want to see such a shameless person? He'd get even sicker from the anger."
Regardless, none dared to defy Old Sir Shang's command, and Ye Lu was escorted into the quiet sickroom.
Ye Lu was shocked as she observed Old Sir Shang, who was lying in the hospital bed, his body full of medical tubes, surrounded by life-support equipments. He laid on the bed, wearing an oxygen mask, motionless, his sickly face aged and looked like a centenarian tree on the verge of withering. Given his severe state, she feared that he wouldn't last much longer.