In the hospital.
Chester Yale had just reached the doorway of Sheldon Yale's hospital room when he heard coughing coming from inside.
"Master, are you alright? I'll go call the doctor right away!" The butler exclaimed in alarm, just about to rise, only to be grabbed by Sheldon Yale.
"No, no need, I know my own body, it doesn't matter if I die... Go tell Chester that the car accident involving the Sherman family has nothing to do with me, urge him to investigate, he will definitely find evidence. Don't let me affect his relationship with Evelyn Sherman; after all his struggles to reach today, I won't be with him for much longer, I can't cause him more trouble... cough cough!"
Sheldon Yale spoke in fits and starts, each sentence seeming to drain all the strength from his body, his hands clutching the butler's, veins bulging on the back of his hand.
