Florian clenched his fists tight.
'I'm sorry, Grandpa. I really don't want to donate my bone marrow, and I have no other choice. If I donate m y bone marrow now, how will I lead the family in the future?' Florian thought. 1
"Grandpa. Grandpa?" he mumbled softly.
Old Master Darby did not respond. He must have fallen asleep.
Seeing no reaction, Florian was excited and nervous. After locking the door from the inside, he walked to the side of the bed.
Yumi took a few deep breaths before she walked to the door and looked around to make sure nobody was passing by. Florian grabbed a pillow and pressed it onto Old Master Darby’s face.
"Hmph..." Old Master Darby woke up all of a sudden.
However, he was now an ordinary man and had no power to fight back. Florian pressed the pillow into his face harder. He let Old Master Darby struggle without flinching. Not long after, Old Master Darby stopped struggling, and his legs straightened.
Florian was dripping with sweat when he finally removed the pillow. Watching his Grandpa with his eyes shut, he was frightened.
"Yumi, What...what...what should we do now?" Florian reclined into the chair, panting for breath.
Yumi marched over to make sure Old Master Darby was dead. She let out a long breath and placed the pillow back. After that, she took out her phone and called Drake.
Not long after, Drake picked up the phone.
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