The next day.
City Hospital, VIP ward.
The Huo Family patriarch had passed the critical period, but he lay on the bed, his complexion ashen, body frail. The light in his eyes had dimmed significantly.
Beiting and Jianjun exchanged glances, with Beiting reluctantly pouring a cup of warm water for the elder, "Grandpa, drink some water."
Huo Weiguo shook his head, speaking weakly, "I don't want any."
Suppressing his resentfulness, Beiting said, "Grandpa, with you ill, the Huo Family has lost its pillar. Xingzhou is aggressive and will sooner or later swallow up our family."
Jianjun chimed in, "Dad, the words you said at the birthday banquet yesterday, they weren't true, were they?"
Father and son took turns speaking.
Huo Weiguo felt a sense of loss in his heart and slowly closed his eyes, "I know what you are thinking. As chairman, I will issue an appointment. Jianjun will be the president of the Huo Family, and Beiting will be the vice president."
