Bab 104: Granpa, I will handle it.

"You rotten, good-for-nothing!! Just like your mom." The words hit his spirit like thunder. Mention of his mom was his Achilles heels. He gritted his teeth but held back his temper.

Mr. Jain's expression changed. He clutched his chest in pain. Sweat fell from his forehead as his heart thudded loud. Soon his secretary came with a doctor. They bought him to his office lounge and laid his on the bed. The doctor injected him some medication and a sedative.

"Please calm down. Mr. Jain anger is not good for your heart," the doctor said in an anxious voice.

"How can I calm down? I wish I died before seeing this!" his voice whimpered.

Never had anyone seen the strong, arrogant man who stood above all in such a state. Not long after, his condition improved. He walked to the conference room again to continue the meeting.