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2024-10-29 19:42:56The door of the Chairman's room was closed, and everyone was waiting impatiently staring at it. I glanced around cautiously as well. I already knew that Mr. Borda's condition was bad, but I still hoped for a miracle to happen. After all, if he had woken up, didn't it mean that he was getting better?
“Doctor Shaw is in the room. He will allow us in as soon as he checks Master Borda's parameters,” Mr. Romero explained.
“I see…” I muttered.
I looked at Samil. He was sitting on a chair right by the Chairman's room door. Even though he seemed calm, I could also see his sorrow. Unlike me and Mr. Romero, he was well prepared for the worst, acknowledging that his grandfather's death was a matter of time.
Cesar and his mother, Delia, looked bored and impatient. I knew that they would rather search throughout the mansion trying to find the will, or property deeds. They only came here not to raise any more suspicions about their behavi
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