"If I'm perfectly well and standing here, can you tell me exactly, what is my illness?" Sheldon Yale spoke aloud with a piercing confidence.
As he finished speaking, the shareholders who were sitting steadily before, appeared somewhat disturbed.
They all had trust in the medical case brought up by Henry Yale, knowing that Sheldon Yale, the Chairman, is not long for this world, which is why they agreed to hold today's shareholders' meeting.
If the Chairman is truly alright, then this meeting today...
"Brother, while I do wish for your long life, everyone here already knows that you have gastric cancer. Are you here today to say that you're alright and can still continue leading the Yale Consortium?"
Upon seeing the unsettling restlessness, Henry Yale promptly set his stern gaze, pointing his spear directly at Sheldon Yale, who sat on the Chairman's seat.
