"Over the years, I have to grovel and flatter them. It makes me sick."
Martha chuckled, "It's all in the past. Our days are coming. Over the years, I have done nothing except for cooking for them. I've been tired of it. Luckily, he is dying, and the White Group will belong to us."
"That's right! Our days are coming!" Angela sneered.
Claude laughed, "Thank you for playing along with me all these years. After I obtain the shares and become the chairman, I won't let you two suffer any grievances again."
"Dad, you're amazing, but should we put away the medicine Declan takes?"
"That won't be necessary. It's just a healthcare product and safe. No one else knows Declan's allergy to it. Even his best friend, Ted, doesn't know."
"Still, I think we should be prepared for all contingencies." Angela sounded worried.