Chen Yu was stunned for a moment. He hadn't expected Michael Jackson to agree so readily.
His assistant, on the other hand, was frantic.
Chen Yu could imagine it. As a cash cow, a walking goose that laid golden eggs, the interests tied to Michael Jackson made his continued health incredibly important.
But Chen Yu also felt that, sometimes, it was precisely this overwhelming importance that prevented him from receiving timely treatment.
There were always trade-offs to weigh, assessments to make. Little did they know that when sickness comes, it comes in a rush. Delay after delay had truly dragged a small issue into a major problem.
Chen Yu knew Michael Jackson was a kind man. Even when surrounded by people with malicious intent, he was still willing to trust them and treat them with kindness.
So while Michael Jackson might trust him out of kindness, he himself could not betray that trust.
