On that stern face, certainty shone through.
At these words, Sheldon Yale's eyes twinkled, as if suddenly realizing something, and he slapped his thigh.
"Damn, I'm afraid my pausing the meeting just played into Henry Yale's hands..." Before Sheldon could finish, Evelyn Sherman's voice came from outside the door.
"I really do have an urgent matter to see Chester Yale, don't stop me!"
"What's happening outside?" The moment Chester Yale heard that it was Evelyn wanting to see him urgently, he quickly stood up from the sofa and walked toward the door.
Sheldon watched his retreating back, his eyes flickered, but he did not stop him.
As soon as the Lounge door was pulled open, Evelyn Sherman, seeing Chester Yale in front of her, immediately reached out and grabbed his arm.
"Is your Uncle okay?"
"He's fine now, you don't have to worry." Chester Yale, looking at the sweat of urgency on her forehead and her distinct knuckles, took out a handkerchief and gently wiped it away.
