Robert nodded in agreement.
"President Land, there's still time. Would you like to return to the office or go home?"
Asher Land thought for a moment, then simply uttered the word 'home'.
Robert understood and drove back to the Land Family estate.
He turned his head to look out the car window, a layer of cold air clinging to the window blurred everything outside.
He felt a weariness he had never experienced before, trying to close his eyes and let himself rest.
...
The empty room was so quiet that even the sound of breathing was remarkably clear.
Oliver Johnson stood by the window, looking at the man with the oxygen tube, his brows furrowed tightly.
"How long can he live?" He stepped out of the room and asked the chief doctor.
"Mr. Johnson, I dare not answer you rashly regarding how long he can live. The patient's condition is very poor right now; if he can wake up in the next few days, that would be good. If not, then…"
