Evelyn Sherman screamed uncontrollably.
"You murderer! You don't deserve to live in this world at all. Cancer is not enough punishment for you. I will definitely find evidence to send you to prison, so you can spend the rest of your days repenting your sins there!"
"Cough cough..." Sheldon Yale wanted to say something, but as he caught a glimpse of Chester Yale appearing at the door out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly started coughing.
His face turned red with effort, as if he wanted to explain, but he was unable to speak.
He grasped the quilt tightly with both hands, his old eyes protruding, staring directly in Evelyn's direction.
Suddenly, he couldn't catch his breath, and he passed out.
"Mr. Chester, quick, the Chairman has passed out, call the doctor!" The butler shouted towards Chester Yale at the door.
