Heath Hawthorne's room.
Heath felt unwell after scolding Rosie Rowan and returning to his room. Not long after, he fell into a coma, his complexion pale and lifeless.
Claire Kane sat by the bed, holding his hand, crying her heart out: "Heath, wake up, I told you not to mess with feng shui, but you wouldn't listen. Now you've fainted again. What am I supposed to do? What should I do?"
Heath's eldest son also hurried back. Unfortunately, he missed the banquet and arrived to see his father lying on the bed, his life hanging by a thread.
"Dad, I'm sorry..."
Keith Hawthorne spoke, his eyes filled with intense anger, the whites of his eyes slightly red, and within moments, they were streaked with bloodshot lines: "Mom, where are those feng shui people?"
"They're gone, all gone." Claire, at her wit's end, added, "Your father probably knew that his body couldn't hold out much longer, so he sent them away in advance."
