Roy Lewis looked a bit serious, "I have mentioned it to Mr. Fred, but it doesn't look promising at the moment."
Richelle Dunn sighed quietly and could only comfort him.
"Perhaps, when Tiffany enters the final round, you can take a day or two to fly over and cheer her on?"
Roy Lewis had no other choice for now.
As the president of the Lewis Group, taking a few days off was not a problem.
Work could always be delegated to someone else, but right now, it seemed that only Kennedy Green could handle his tasks.
But Kennedy Green was currently lying unconscious in a hospital bed, and nobody could guarantee when he would wake up, let alone go back to work.
As they spoke about this, both their expressions became somewhat heavy.
"Maybe Uncle will wake up tomorrow!"
Roy Lewis comforted Richelle Dunn.
But, as a doctor, Richelle knew that the odds were slim.
However, people should always believe in miracles in life.
