Zhang Rong's eyes welled up with tears. She held her son in arms and her heart broke to see him in so much pain. She shouted anxiously, "Butler! Call the doctor ! Quick ! He is bleeding so much."
The Butler had been a loyal servant of the Jing Family for more than twenty years. When he saw the fight break out, he used his presence of mind and had already called for the doctor. He knew that his master loved both his sons, and if any of them were hurt, he would be stressed.
Zhang Rong was over 40 years old, but her face had been so well-looked after, that she didn't look a day over 30. Her tears somehow made her seem more sympathetically beautiful. She looked so pretty that anyone would want to take away her problems and do anything to make her smile again.
However, all the men in the hall, were indifferent to her beauty, right now. A showdown seemed imminent.
