The once prestigious Chairman of the Xie Group was now running out of oil and his lamp burned low, his entire body frail and continuously coughing up blood. The ventilator had already been taken off on his orders; he knew he wouldn't see tomorrow's sunrise.
"Cough cough cough... Yanshang, Su girl, it's indeed a bit late to say these words now that I'm close to death..." The old man looked at them and mustered his last bit of strength to touch the heads of Xiting and Yanhui, his eyes brimming with deep regret, "I regret it, it was me... cough cough, I wronged you all..."
