Y Country, Saint Petersburg Hospital, Leng Mochen and George were conversing in a subdued tone in the hospital's meeting room.
Compared to their last meeting, George had become much thinner and more haggard.
The once lively old man now looked dispirited, and his sharp eyes had turned cloudy.
"Leng! I still want to apologize to you! I am deeply sorry! If not for my mistakes, you wouldn't have been put through such great inconvenience and loss.
I also know that saying this now is meaningless! So, I will use actions to compensate you.
I will transfer 55% of my controlling shares to you. However, I also want to ask a favor—if one day I pass away, I hope you can take care of my children!
They are not cut out for business at all! If the company is handed over to them, it won't be long before it faces the risk of bankruptcy!"
Leng Mochen watched him indifferently, his face a picture of calm.
