"I feel the same," the butler said, the frustration that had been building up in his chest now escaping, finally feeling daring enough to share a thing or two with Old Cheng.
"Sit down," Old Cheng directed, pointing to a bench outside.
The butler sat down next to him on the bench, the door of the room separating the inside from the outside.
"Old Cheng, what do you think, can the child be saved?" asked the butler anxiously.
"I just heard from that nurse, a 20% chance. It's… quite small…"
"We can only leave it to fate," the butler, feeling helpless, said, "In situations like these, we can't be of any help. If it indeed turns out to be a bad outcome, we can only pray that Chaomu and Young Master Shen can get along amicably. After all, they will have children eventually."
"That may be, but there's a bond between a parent and their child. What will Chaomu do…" Old Cheng shook his head.