Clayton Xavier didn't go out today. Storm Xavier was gravely ill. In just a few short days, he had become bedridden. The medicine his grandma prescribed wasn't working; in fact, his condition was only getting worse.
Although he detested his father, Clayton Xavier couldn't just stand by and watch him die.
"I'll borrow a car and take Father to the clinic."
During breakfast, Clayton Xavier announced his plan. Verna Golding's eyes flickered, and she subconsciously glanced at the old lady.
The old lady's expression was calm. She sipped her congee slowly and said in a hoarse voice, "There's no need. Your father just has a common cold. He'll be fine after a few days of rest. Don't waste money."
Verna Golding's chopsticks trembled. She lowered her head and ate her congee, not saying a word.
"COUGH COUGH…"
