Both of them stood at either side of the hospital bed.
The old man looked left and right,
"I've decided to let Clara join the Harper Clan. She studied design, so she'll start by training in the design department. Edward, you arrange it."
Edward Harper was silent for a few seconds,
"Grandpa, I'm afraid she can't handle the intensity of the design department's work, and she's been out of that field for years. She's likely forgotten all the professional knowledge she learned before."
Grandpa grunted, "If she's forgotten it all, she can pick it back up. Clara is a smart kid. With you, her husband, to pave the way, she won't disappoint."
"Grandpa, the Harper Clan isn't an ordinary company. You know my attitude towards employees. I won't give anyone special treatment, much less tolerate those who aren't capable. Everyone who can stick it out in the Harper Clan is among the elite."
"You fool, is Clara just anyone? She's your wife!"