Martin Riley's voice was as calm as ever, with a hint of coldness.
The old man lay on the hospital bed, looking defeated, unable to utter a single word for a long time.
The old butler wanted to say something, but the old man waved him off, indicating he was too tired.
Martin hung up the phone and turned to see Crystal Foster standing behind him.
Crystal didn't say anything. She just stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Martin's waist.
To be honest, she could understand the old man's actions, but that didn't mean she could accept them.
After all the wrongs the old man had done, he still hoped Martin would return to his side. She couldn't fathom where he got that kind of courage.
Crystal's annoyed expression didn't escape Martin's notice, and it made him smile.
"Alright, alright, don't be upset. Don't worry, I won't agree to his demands. Our life has nothing to do with him."
"I'm just worried he won't give up."
