The Old Master was such a clever man. Some things, even if others didn't say, he could sense on his own.
Liya had always been extremely attentive to his health, carefully focused on his medical care and convalescence. Before deciding to travel abroad this time, a doctor conducted a thorough check-up to confirm his blood pressure was stable.
He knew his body well. Before eating, he was perfectly fine. But right after drinking a bowl of soup, something went wrong.
Thinking back now, it seemed the taste of that soup was somewhat strange, wasn't it?
At his age, with all the business affairs handed over to his descendants, there shouldn't be anyone scheming against him.
Yet when he woke up and accidentally overheard Anran's words, he understood everything in an instant.
For a moment, grief consumed him.
Perhaps the ungrateful children and grandchildren wanted to harm him. For an elderly person, such a blow was the deadliest of all.
And yet, he couldn't even muster any anger…
