Hospital No.2, luxurious single room.
"Get out!" The aged voice carried anger and a bunch of fresh flowers flew with it, "Take your flowers and get the hell away from me, don't appear in front of me!"
Aurora Richardson's delicate hair was a mess from the flowers, with leaves and petals stuck to her face, making her look very disheveled.
"Grandfather," Aurora covered her face with her hand, pleadingly looking at William Richardson blocking the sickroom door, and spoke with a pleading tone: "Grandfather, please, just let me see my dad."
William Richardson walked out of the room, shut the door before coldly saying, "What's the point of seeing him? You regret not sending him to his grave?"
"Grandfather, I'm also sad I couldn't donate blood or bone marrow to my dad, but I'm worried about him too and I have been trying to find bone marrow for him these past two days." Aurora cried out.
