Late at night.
The Huntington family mansion.
Just by its geographical location, one could verify the power of the Huntington family.
This was a central area!
The most bustling district in the capital city!
Yet even so, the Huntington family mansion covered an area of tens of thousands of square meters!
Every inch a treasure!
Even the four major families would not dare to be so extravagant.
At this time.
The Huntington household was not peaceful.
In a dedicated hospital room, several doctors were busy, sweating profusely.
"How is it?"
By the bed.
Sat an elder with silvery-white hair.
The elder's eyes were slightly closed, looking somewhat exhausted.
Under normal circumstances, he would have been asleep already.
But now, he couldn't fall asleep.
His own grandson, a highly esteemed young master of the Huntington family.
Had been pushed down from the second floor.
Suffering from severe fractures and a concussion.
And he had been unconscious ever since.
