"Out all day, you finally remember to come back?" Sheldon Yale reached out to grasp the wheelchair's handrail, attempting to stand up.
The butler, who was by his side, was about to step forward when Chester Yale stepped in first, offering a helping hand to Sheldon, aiding him onto the sofa.
"Uncle, how do you feel? Anything uncomfortable?" As Chester finished speaking, he noticed Sheldon had no intention of speaking up. He turned to look at the butler and, seeing him shake his head, turned his attention back to Sheldon.
"If Uncle has no other commands, then I'll go back to my room."
"Is it that you're only willing to speak more to me once I'm dead?" Sheldon suddenly slammed his hand on the sofa and began to cough violently due to anger.
His face reddened with fury as he glared at the rebellious and unruly Chester, "You've been out with that woman for a whole day and night, and I haven't even scolded you. Yet, you show me attitude—do you think you run this family now?"
