"I volunteer!"
A rich man with a big belly and a chubby face walked up.
"Fatty liver! High blood pressure!"
"What about me?"
"Liver cirrhosis and blood clots! Signs of a minor stroke!"
"Me?"
"You?" Clarence frowned.
The third rich man chuckled. "What's the matter? You can't see anything?"
Clarence shook his head and gave the rich man a meaningful, almost sympathetic look. "You're infertile! It's so serious that you aren't able to have children without treatment.
"Do you have any children?
"If you do, you'd better get a paternity test!"
"What?" The billionaire's face changed instantly, and he made a gesture to Jackson. "Mr. Hayes, I must leave now."
He immediately rushed out of Thirteen Hall.
"What's the matter with him?" Clarence found the man's behavior strange.
Jackson was a little embarrassed. "Ahem ahem, he has three sons..."
"Hahaha!"
