Yancy Hastings, to put it bluntly, was a bit old-fashioned.
With that kind of personality, how could he possibly have… before marriage…
It was just that…
This news instantly blew Zion Hastings's mind so badly he couldn't tell east from west.
"I'll arrange it right away, right away. Thank you so much."
After he finished speaking, Zion Hastings hung up the phone and immediately called his wife.
......
It had only been a little over forty minutes when Zion Hastings, bringing his wife with him, had already rushed to the ward.
As soon as the door was pushed open, Mrs. Hastings rushed over.
"Just look at this child, how did you let yourself get so haggard, your face looks so bad."
In an instant, Mrs. Hastings's eyes were brimming with tears; after she spoke, she wiped at her eyes.
These past days, Yancy Hastings's death had already left her in utter despair.
Now that she knew her son had actually left his own flesh and blood in this world, how could she possibly stay calm.
