Chester Yale's eyes flickered subtly as he parted his lips, "Send someone to Grande City to check if something has happened, and also, have a few men follow Evelyn Sherman, lest someone loses patience and makes a move on her."
"Yes, I will make the arrangements immediately." Mr. Gomez, the Executive Assistant, took his leave and only then did Chester Yale stretch out his hand to push open the door in front of him and walk into the Hospital Room.
On the sickbed, Sheldon Yale was sitting up spiritedly at the bedside, reading the latest Newspaper, showing no signs of feeling unwell.
Seeing him, Sheldon Yale took off the presbyopic glasses from his nose and looked over.
"You've arrived, come and sit."
"Chester…" Misha Evans, sitting beside the sickbed, stood up happily from her chair upon seeing him.
She looked greedily at his enchanting face.
