Upon hearing this, several doctors nodded and then turned to leave the bedroom.
The extra bodyguards also left, leaving only Old Mr. Drexler lying on the bed, Butler Ye, Summer Shawcross, Noah Drexler, Sean Morgan, and Sherry in the bedroom.
Once the irrelevant people had left, Noah Drexler led Summer Shawcross to the bedside.
At this moment, Old Mr. Drexler, who had been resting with his eyes half-open, slowly opened them. After seeing the two who approached the bedside, a hint of color finally appeared on his pale face.
"Unfilial son, I'm about to die, and you're just now coming to see me." The old man glanced at Noah Drexler, his weak voice still carrying the seriousness of yesteryears.
As soon as Old Mr. Drexler finished speaking, Noah Drexler's handsome face remained cold and showed no sign of emotion.
Seeing this, Old Mr. Drexler sighed and couldn't help but ask.
"Do you hate me that much?"
"Yes." The unhesitating voice sounded immediately.
