He didn't have much of a father-son relationship with Huo Xiong, but when the moment truly came, his mood was unavoidably heavy.
That sense of bad premonition lingered in his heart and wouldn't dissipate; Huo Jingting had a vague feeling this was just a bad beginning and that a series of countless troubles would follow.
No sooner had he returned home than he saw the butler hurrying out.
"Uncle Chen," Huo Jingting called out, "Where is everyone? Have they all gone to the hospital?"
Upon hearing his voice, the butler turned his head, "Young Master, the lady and the second young master have already left, and Miss Xun is on her way."
Huo Jingting listened with slightly furrowed brows, an indomitable chill he couldn't quite conceal, "Is his illness..."
"Young Master," the butler sighed softly, "Please brace yourself. The master's condition just now was very grave; at the worst moments, he couldn't even breathe on his own."