He sat there hunched over, his mind a complete blank.
It wasn't until a long while later that he vaguely realized someone was knocking on the door.
"The door's unlocked, come in."
The door opened, and one of his cousins stood outside, "Mr. Fran would like you to come over."
He nodded, "I'll go right away."
His voice was somewhat hoarse, as if a layer of gauze had shrouded his throat after hearing that terrible news.
He slowly stood up by supporting himself on the table. A simple task had become extremely difficult for him now.
His legs seemed unable to support the weight of his body anymore!
He took a step and almost fell, not regaining his balance until a while later.
What normally took seven or eight minutes took over ten, and when he pushed open the door to Fran's massive office, the room was already filled with people.
Some core family members, direct descendants, were all there.
