"I heard. They brought in several doctors but none could cure him. He's still bedridden," said old Mr. Xia, nodding.
"Serves the old bloke right. He loved hatching schemes left and right when he was younger," old Mr. Qin commented with a touch of schadenfreude.
"I heard his five children have been bickering fiercely. His eldest son still bears a grudge against your family because his daughter was rejected by your grandson. He doesn't seem too fond of the Xia family.
He even showed up today trying to find a supporter to help him seize control of the Qu Family," chuckled old Mr. Lin.
"Xiaoyu is just not ready for marriage yet; the boy has big pie in the sky dreams," Mrs. Xia kindly remarked.
"I heard old Mr. Qu was hexed, fell ill quite suddenly, but no illness was detected. He just felt pain all over and couldn't stand, sit or even lie down without writhing," continued old Mr. Han.
"Really? How do you know all this?" old Mr. Qin curiously asked.
