The subtle expression was fully captured in the eyes of the Old Master sitting by the hospital bed.
A string in his heart felt like it was plucked heavily, his eyes hesitated.
He never imagined that the grandson who always appeared expressionless, seemingly indifferent to everything, and moved by no one, also had such a side.
However, when his gaze swept to the woman beside him, the Old Master's face immediately darkened.
Joel Russo held Chloe with one arm and wrapped his other arm around Arabella Vanderbilt, walking toward the bedside.
"Hoping I won't die fast enough?"
Arabella Vanderbilt's face showed no expression.
No anger, no grievance, no smile, nor embarrassment, just a faint expressionless face.
Joel Russo furrowed his brows slightly, his voice cold and clear.
"You need to stay in for a few more days for observation. I've arranged for Butler Walker to bring someone to look after you."
