"Doctor, how's the baby?"
Old Mr. Moore asked first.
"The mother is having a massive hemorrhage and a difficult labor. Mr. Moore, please sign here. We will do our best."
"Alright! No matter the cost, the child must be safe!"
Old Mr. Moore's expression was solemn, and his aura as a superior instantly intimidated the others; evidently, it was an invisible pressure formed by holding a high position for many years.
Elsewhere.
At Richard Moore's house.
Past 11 PM, Richard Moore and Fay Yates had just returned home from a banquet.
"Did something happen? Why is it so brightly lit next door at this hour?"
Fay Yates asked curiously.
Richard Moore was also curious, so he went next door to ask.
"What? That woman fell down the stairs? Massive hemorrhage?"
Richard Moore burst into laughter immediately, "Hahaha... great, hopefully, that bastard won't survive, so my son will have a chance."
"Quick, get that unfilial child to come back, let's go to the hospital together."
