Nigel Perry walked into Wyatt Perry's office cheerfully and said, "Brother, your wife is worried sick at home. It's a relief that you're alright and back now."
Wyatt Perry sat in the executive chair, looking at Nigel coldly, "Why haven't you taken the old man back to America yet?"
He didn't bother to beat around the bush and said whatever was on his mind.
"Brother, I stayed because I was worried about you, and besides, your wife asked me to help out. You know, with you not at the company, someone has to hold the fort. I'll take Dad back to America for treatment in a few days."
Nigel knew Wyatt disliked him, and his face fell, his smile vanishing without a trace.
"I'm back now, so you can go about your own business. No need to trouble yourself coming to the company."
"Brother, Dad is really seriously ill this time. Aren't you going to see him?"
