Old Master Lu's condition got increasingly worse. Doctors went in and out of the room several times. Each and every one of them helplessly shook their heads and sighed. When the old man was pushed out of the operating room, the horizon had turned white.

  A day and a night had passed.

  The doctor took off his mask and told the family members to mentally prepare themselves.

  The old man, who had been in great spirits only a day ago, had deteriorated with age and fallen into a coma. He was lying in the hospital bed, waiting for his life to come to an end.

  Inside the room, everyone's mood was heavy. No one said a word.

  There was only the sound of the hospital equipment beeping. The windows by the bed were tightly closed. The sky was densely covered by black clouds. It felt so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

  Old Master Lu woke up.

  Butler Lu had been staying by his bedside to keep an eye on him. As soon as he saw that Old Master Lu was awake, he hastily asked, "Are you awake? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"

  Old Master Lu's unclear eyes turned. He looked around as if he was confirming his environment.

  "This is…" With a breathing mask on his face, it was difficult for him to speak.

  Butler Lu understood what he was trying to ask.

  "Hospital. We're at a hospital."

  Old Master Lu became anxious. He gasped. His upper body surged up in an attempt to sit up.

  "Why… Why am I at a hospital? Didn't I… say I didn't want to come here?"

  "Old Master," Butler Lu tearfully persuaded him, "Don't torment yourself anymore. Your health is important!"

  After exerting himself for a little while, Old Master Lu was already out of breath. He turned his head to look at the jumping line on the ECG monitor. Life and death was on that screen.

  He silently sighed. He wasn't that afraid of death. His calm gaze settled on Lu Beichuan.

  "Beichuan…" He stretched his hand towards him with great difficulty.

  Lu Beichuan stepped forward, firmly held his hand, and whispered, "Grandpa, I'm here."

  Old Master Lu's breathing came in short pants. He shakily held Lu Beichuan's hand. His eyes reddened. "Beichuan…… promise Grandpa…… the company… you must…"

  Lu Beichuan understood what he meant. He solemnly agreed, "Grandpa, resure assured, I'll definitely take care of Lu Corporation. I won't discredit your reputation."

  Hearing Lu Beichuan's guarantee, Old Master Lu tried to smile to express his gratification, but only the corners of his lips twitched weakly.

  Old Master Lu knew the condition of his body, and he could see the clues from the people present. His hour of death was coming.

  In this lifetime, he had been successful and glorious. His name had been eulogized. To accomplish so much in only one lifetime, he hadn't let himself down.

  The only people he had let down was his wife and son.

  He swept his gaze over the group of people, but he didn't find Lu Shaoyan. His eyelids became increasingly heavy, and his breathing short. "Shaoyan…"

  Lu Shaoyan stepped out from the corner of the room.

  Old Master Lu felt relieved. "Other than Shaoyan, everyone else, go out…"

  "Old Master!"

  Old Master Lu didn't look at Butler Lu. Exhausted, he closed his eyes.

  Lu Beichuan stood up. He persuaded and consoled Butler Lu, and they left the room with the others.

  It didn't take long for Lu Shaoyan and Old Master Lu to be the only ones left in the hospital room.

  "Come here." Old Master Lu gestured Lu Shaoyan with his finger to come over. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something to him.

  "Sor… Sor…" That sorry was stuck in his throat. No matter what, he couldn't get it out.

  He owed him too much. Before dying, he just wanted to say the apology that was over 10 years too late. He wanted to appeal for forgiveness. He wanted to hear the answer that he wanted to hear from Lu Shaoyan. That was the only way that he could leave this world without regret.