At the end of the quiet corridor, the sound of hurried footsteps could be heard. It was Mr. Handel, the lawyer rushing over with a briefcase.
Shia stood up and sincerely said, "Mr. Handel, I've troubled you to make this trip."
Mr. Handel walked a little hurriedly and panted slightly. "It's my job."
"Mr. Handel, have you heard Chris talk about the will?" asked Mrs. Grant.
Mr. Handel was a smart person and knew what she wanted to ask. When he calmed down, he said, "Chairman Grant is still in the emergency room. You should be concerned about him now."
Mrs. Grant looked embarrassed and did not say anything else.
The lights in the emergency room suddenly went off and the doctors and nurses in white coats walked out. Mrs. Grant and her sons surrounded them. Shia emotions fluctuated obviously. "How is my dad?"
The doctor took off his mask and put it in the pocket of his coat. He shook his head heavily. "Chairman Grant wants to see Mr. Handel."
