When Casiano opened his eyes again, it was already the next day. Seeing the Davies family members standing in the hospital room, his sharp and starry eyes were touched with impatience.
The Davies family members knew of his preference for quiet and did not make a fuss. They stood silently to the side, creating an atmosphere so serene it was as if a family meeting was in session.
Sitting in front of the sickbed was a 75-year-old man, dressed in a suit, with a youthful appearance and spirited eyes. Holding back tears, he looked at Casiano's pale and gaunt face.
He gripped his cane tightly and said in a deep voice, "Casiano, you've worked hard."
The old man's voice carried the vicissitudes of time, yet it remained strong and powerful.
Together with the aura of someone who had long held a position of power, his voice exuded an overwhelming presence that was innate to the Davies family members, a formidable aura that few could match.
