"Mr. Chester is here!" The door to the hospital room was abruptly pushed open from outside.
Chester Yale, in a black suit, stepped in on a pair of limited-edition black leather shoes, polished to a shine.
With his short black hair flying about, his hand casually tucked into his pocket, he strode forward with agile steps toward the people inside the hospital room.
"Please have a seat, Mr. Chester," Mr. Gomez quickly brought over a chair and placed it beside Chester Yale, inviting him to sit down.
As Chester took his seat, elegantly crossing his slender legs, he scanned the room with his dark eyes, his gaze finally resting on Sheldon Yale, his thin lips parting slightly.
"I've been preoccupied with Group matters these past two days and neglected Uncle. How are you feeling today, Uncle? Are you better?"
"Mr. Chester is truly filial. I heard he has been working overtime at the Group these past two days. Despite being so busy, he still thinks of the Chairman..." someone praised.
