Emma Benson was anxious, as it's often said that those who rarely fall ill suffer greatly when they do.
She was worried and scared, fearing that this might be a serious illness for her father.
"It should be caused by high blood pressure, don't worry." Morgan Benson touched her cheek gently, comforting her softly, but his expression was tense and grim.
He looked at Walter Schmidt, "Walter, we'll take the private jet at eight tonight, let's go together..."
"Okay." Walter's handsome face was calm as he turned to make a call, notifying the head of the accompanying bodyguards to prepare ahead of time.
The atmosphere was somewhat oppressive, and everyone was anxious, especially the Benson siblings, whose brows were tightly furrowed...
That night, the Benson Group's private jet took off from New York's Kennedy International Airport, flying directly to Saint Paul, Brazil.
