Upon hearing what Chris said, George became agitated and immediately stood up, grabbing Chris by the collar in a fury!
He glared angrily at Chris, his eyes full of rage.
Chris was unmoved, his gaze fixed on George.
Suddenly!
The atmosphere in the room became tense.
George, clutching Chris's collar, lost strength in his hands, then abruptly pulled Chris into an embrace.
"Mr. Chris, you're lying to me, right... there must be a better solution, isn't there?"
"I know you seem to dislike me, but that's okay!"
"Please, help my child, I'm begging you!"
George was truly too agitated just now.
After all, anyone would be when told that the mortality rate for their child is sixty to seventy percent.
Chris, though angry, could understand, since he's witnessed such emotional situations before.
"Sorry, I can't help you!" Chris's voice remained calm.
George was stunned upon hearing this: "Who can help me?"
