"I… I'm not defending him." Sally Dalton gave the assistant a look, "Look at yourself right now; if anything really happens to you, how would I explain it to Mom? Just listen to me this once, go back to your room and rest. I promise I'll give you an explanation for this matter."
"Yes, Chairman, your health is the priority," the assistant chimed in.
"Dad, please."
As one persuaded and the other pleaded, Bernardy Dalton looked at his daughter's pitiable expression, and his heart ached silently.
Finally, he sighed and let the assistant help him towards the room.
Picking up the documents from the floor, Sally Dalton followed along, helping the assistant to settle him on the couch in his room, and poured him a glass of water.
Bernardy Dalton took the cup his daughter handed him, "I'm fine, you can go."
"Alright, then I'll go talk to him first." Sally Dalton picked up the documents and prepared to leave.
