King Blake's breath suddenly dropped to the freezing point, and it horrified his eyes. He spat out word by word, "The Morgen Group."
"Why did he come to see Grandpa?" He suddenly turned to Mr. Vernon, and it did not restrain his anger.
"I, I don't know either." Mr. Vernon's face was pale, and his cracked lips trembled slightly.
"You don't know?" King Blake's voice was devoid of emotion.
"It's my fault. "Mr. Vernon closed his eyes and said in a guilty tone.
"It seems if we want to find out the truth, we can only wait for King Joe to wake up." Rory, who had been silent, frowned and said calmly.
King Blake was noncommittal.
At that time, the lights in the operating room went out.
The doctor took the lead in coming out, exhausted. The situation was critical, and it was visible on his face.
"How is it?" The three of them hurried over and asked in unison.