'Grace, Carl family Group still has something to deal with. Please take care of Boss Carl tonight.' Leaving this sentence behind, Warren Fule shook his head gently and turned to leave.

Grace smiled bitterly. After a long time, he gently pushed open the door of Carl's ward and went in.

Carl lay there with his eyes closed, his eyebrows twisted, and his face not very good. He seemed to have dreamed of something painful and his head was full of sweat.

Grace reached out his hand and gently smoothed his eyebrows. He gently stroked his well-defined handsome face. The bitterness in his heart was deep and deep.

It turns out...