Arthur immediately demanded, "What did he say?"
"He said he understood, and he asked for the name of the hospital and the room number."
"Did he say he was coming?"
"He didn't say."
A flicker of disappointment crossed Arthur's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it, comforting himself. "He's always been a man of few words. If he asked for the room number, he'll come."
He then glared at Pierce, his tone absolute. "You are not going anywhere. You will sit down and wait."
Pierce desperately wanted to leave, but considering Arthur's fragile state, he didn't dare. He forced himself into a chair to wait. As the minutes ticked by, an epiphany struck him. Maybe he could use this situation to his advantage.
As much as he hated to admit it, he wasn't strong enough to take down Sebastian right now. If the war dragged on, Landon Enterprises really might collapse entirely.
It made more sense to fake a surrender, buying Landon Enterprises precious time to recover. A smart man knew when to bow his head. There was no point dying on this hill right now.
Not long after, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed from the hallway.
Sebastian appeared in the doorway, his tall frame impeccably dressed in a black suit. His expression was an unreadable mask of icy detachment.
Franklin followed closely behind, carrying a fruit basket.
Seeing him, Arthur seemed to regain a bit of strength. He wheezed softly, "Sebastian, you came."
Sebastian gave a brief nod, stepping into the room and walking up to the bed. "How are you feeling?"
Arthur's face was a sickly, pale white. He forced a weak smile. "I won't die today. Just getting old and useless."



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