Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 192

When the sound of footsteps vanished from the living room, Charles signed the document and closed the file. He glanced in the direction where Sophia left. There was a flash of darkness from the depth of his eyes.

Beep—

Beep—

The phone that was placed on the table started buzzing, irritating anyone who heard it.

Charles glanced at the caller ID, frowning almost imperceptibly. He did not answer the call. After a while, the same number called again. His eyes darkened and he answered the call.

"Your grandfather has stage four lung cancer. Everyone is in the hospital now except for you. I don’t care what you’re doing right now, get here immediately!" Mr. Harris’ sounded like a large bell on the other end of the call.

After telling Charles the location of the ward, he hung up straight away.

Charles tossed his phone on the table, then slumped on the couch and rubbed his eyebrows, looking slightly weary. He had not seen his grandfather lately and could roughly guess that something was up, though never in a million years would he have thought that his grandfather would have stage four lung cancer.

He straightened up, took a sip of tea, then gave Zachary a call before getting up and going out.

B City First Hospital.

The VIP ward was spacious enough, though if dozens of visitors were to visit the patient at the same time, the ward would appear cramped with a lot of people jostling each other and stepping on each other’s foot if one did not pay attention.

Master Harris' three sons and two daughters as well as their respective partners and children were all here. Those of Yvette's generation stood at the innermost layer of the circle, while the younger generation stood outside.

However, the third son of Harris, Ted Harris, and his children was the only exception. Ted and his wife, Theodora Harris, both stood in front of Master Harris's bed, their children standing next to them.

An old lady with white hair and a good temperament sat in front of the bed as she wiped Master Harris's face with a towel. Sophia would surely recognize her if she was here. This was the same old lady whom she had met in the hospital corridor.

"Why didn’t you tell us that you’re sick, Dad? If Theodora hadn’t spilled the beans, we wouldn't even have known!"

"Yeah, Dad. You shouldn’t keep your illness from us no matter what! We would feel awful if something happened to you!"

"Dad, from what I can see, the doctors here aren’t that good, really. You haven't gotten any better since you started your treatment here. I happen to know a lung cancer expert from abroad. I have already contacted him. He will be here in no t... "

There was chaos in the ward. Master Harris propped his hand up on the bed and sat up, yelling with a grim countenance, "Shut up, all of you!"

The ward fell silent immediately, only the sound of their breathing could be heard.

"Why should I tell you? So you can come here all day and buzz in my ears like flies?!" Master Harris slammed on the bed board several times.

No one dared to make a sound.

Master Harris glanced at them, then pointed at them and shouted, "You think I have no idea what each and every one of you is up to? You’re just trying to put on a good show in front of me before I die so I will leave you a bit more inheritance, right?!”

"A bunch of useless junk! If you could just put some thought into running your company just as hard as you put your thought into fighting for my inheritance, then I wouldn’t even need to worry about fools like you anymore!”

"You can forget about the inheritance. I have written my will a long time ago. There’s no use even if you try and please me!

Everyone was still listening quietly at first, though as soon as they heard that the will had been written, there was suddenly an uproar—

"You have written the will a long time ago? Is it still the same will as the last one?"