Chester Yale's eyes narrowed, glancing over the two people in front of him wearing ventilators, furrowing his brows slightly.
Time was running out...
Looking at the Sherman family's parents, who seemed like living corpses, his hand tightened at his side.
His heart was filled with an inexplicable sensation.
In his mind, the picture of Evelyn Sherman crying outside the surgery room kept reappearing...
When did his desire for revenge become occupied by heartache?
He would never forgive her betrayal, but he couldn't bear to watch her parents die like this.
Chester Yale stood silently for a few minutes before leaving the hospital room.
As he removed his mask, his dark eyes looked at his executive assistant, and his thin lips barely moved. "Contact Professor Ross's team and move the meeting up to tomorrow."
"I'll have someone arrange it right away!" Mr. Gomez hesitated for a moment before immediately bowing out.
