"Mr. Albert Lambert has had a heart attack and is being treated at the Capital City First People's Hospital. We kindly ask that relatives come to the hospital to handle the necessary formalities as soon as possible."
"Okay, I'll be right over."
Harry Lambert hung up the call and was about to get out of bed when No. 4 stopped him.
"Are you crazy? Look at your condition. The doctor said your legs are broken. You can't move yet." No. 4 glared at him irritably. "I'll deal with what needs to be done while you rest and recover. Stop causing everyone more trouble."
Harry Lambert shook his head: "Bring me a wheelchair. I want to go myself."
Albert Lambert was old and could easily have an accident.
He had allowed Albert Lambert to watch his interview live yesterday, but an accident had occurred.
"Alright, I'll go consult." No. 4 didn't try to dissuade him further, he stormed out of the room. When he got to the door, he stopped abruptly, his eyes widening, "Big Boss?"
