Richelle Dunn had thought it was a serious matter, but she hadn't expected it to be a matter of life and death.
She knew better than anyone that in the face of life and death, all consolation seemed pale.
So, she didn't say anything, just placed her other hand on the back of his hand and gently stroked it with her fingertips to convey her reassurance.
"Back then, I had been in charge of Lewis Group and the Lewis family for over a year. There were countless people waiting to see me fail. My assistant was an old subordinate who had worked with my father. I called him Uncle Kingston..."
Roy Lewis stopped there, staring at the quilt with downcast eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
Richelle's heart clenched, and she grasped his hand and patted it gently.
"Roy, this is not your fault."
During the medical dispute incident, Richelle had heard from Roy that his father had died saving him when he was a child. As for Uncle Kingston, it seemed to be for a similar reason.
