Chapter 742: Illness strikes deep, unrivaled wisdom and strategy
Gwendoline Sonia and Jonathan Howard rushed upstairs, anxiously pushing open the door to the sickroom.
Seward Howard lay in bed, his hand resting on the bed trembling slightly, his voice maintaining a calm tone as he stated.
"Give up, don't do anything that crosses the moral line for my sake. I can feel that my body is already beyond redemption from illness."
Seeing him speak slowly and calmly, Gwendoline Sonia's tightly wound nerves were stimulated, and her tears flowed like beads breaking free from their string, falling onto the cold floor.
She cried hysterically, no longer appearing pitiful like before with her tear-stained cheeks, but rather in a disheveled state with snot and tears streaming down her face.
Half-kneeling on the ground, she held Seward Howard's hand, shaking her head continuously, unwilling to accept his words, her face weak.
"No, no... you won't leave mom that soon. I'll beg your brother, kneeling if I have to, and I'll make sure he saves you."