"Master!" The butler stood right behind Sheldon Yale and, seeing him collapse, promptly extended his hand to steady his body.
"Uncle..." Chester Yale's pupils constricted, and he swiftly stepped forward, taking Sheldon from the butler and carrying him on his back, "What are you waiting for? Prepare the car, to the hospital!"
After Sheldon fell, he was resuscitated all through the night.
"Young Master, the doctor said that the Master's extreme anger led to a worsening of his condition. He didn't have much time left, and this time, I'm afraid it will be very difficult for him to pull through..." The butler said with reddening eyes, his gaze at Chester filled with blame.
Chester waited outside the surgery room all night, looking somewhat pale. His short black hair hung slightly over his forehead, concealing his eyes.
His thin lips pursed lightly, and no one knew what he was thinking.
