After watching his figure disappear into the distance, Tina Huxley unwillingly asked Mrs. Huxley, "With things like this, why are you still so polite to him?"
"What else should I do, tear into him and make a big scene?" Mrs. Huxley stared numbly at the still-illuminated operating room, unable to muster any energy. "Especially at times like these, you need to stay composed and not let him easily provoke your emotions."
"I can't stay composed. I suspect today's incident is related to him; he rushed over just to watch the drama unfold." Tina's hands trembled with anger.
Mrs. Huxley sighed, sent the assistant who had come to help with matters to the side, then took Tina's hand and gently patted it. "That's why you need to stay composed. Don't be fooled by how well he's doing now. The old man hasn't given up the chairman's position for years. Justin Huxley's past performance was mediocre; the old man won't easily hand over the position to him."
