227: It's too late for regrets! _5
The elevator stopped on the seventeenth floor.
There was a sterile room on the seventeenth floor, with a well-equipped elite medical team in it.
"Sir."
After the elevator doors opened, a doctor in a white coat immediately greeted him, "How are you feeling today?"
It had been almost half a year since Viola Thompson last treated him.
At this point, Terrence Lentz had returned to his previous state.
His condition was even worse than before.
"Did you take your medicine on time today?"
The secretary immediately replied, "Yes, he took it."
The doctor nodded.
The man sat in a wheelchair, tiredly pressing his temples.
On the other side.
River City.
It was almost time for Eleanor Armstrong's birthday.
As usual, they would hold a big celebration every year; after all, a birthday only happened once a year.
So, the two daughters-in-law of the Lentz Clan, Charlotte Young and Sophie, began planning in advance.