Chapter 798: 45: Cannon Fodder in the Real World (45)

In the past, he could still go for a walk with the help of a cane and others supporting him, but by the time spring came around the next year, he was so ill that he needed a wheelchair to get around. Jiang Lai would often take him out for a stroll.

Previously, Mr. Huang would frequently whisper to her about going outside to meet new friends.

Soon, he gradually lost even the ability to speak. The legendary figure who once dominated the business world had now donned a drool bib, eating with half of his food spilling and his consciousness increasingly muddled.

Jiang Lai found him many doctors.

In the end, almost all the doctors came to the same conclusion.

The elderly man suffered from a cerebral infarction and moderate to severe Alzheimer’s disease. Over time, he would gradually forget everyone and, when the world became a place where only he existed, death would not be far away.

Jiang Lai asked why.

Why did such a wise old man become like this in just a few months?

The doctors only said it was a matter of probability, and medical means could only make the elderly live a little more comfortably.

Jiang Lai spent a lot of time by Mr. Huang’s side.

He was like a child now, not recognizing anyone but Jiang Lai.

Sometimes he would call her mom, sometimes Xiaohui, and sometimes his daughter. No matter who he was calling, Jiang Lai would respond.

She sat with him side by side on the bench, basking in the sun.

Early spring was very cold, but the warm sunshine was very pleasant. Behind the Huang Family estate was a vast area with a beautiful lake, with a few deer and horses that the old man had previously raised on the yellowing lawn.

Jiang Lai was almost dozing off in the sun when suddenly, a hand gently patted her.

She slowly opened her eyes, turned around, and saw Mr. Huang standing in front of her with a kind smile.

"Lai Lai, Mr. Huang is about to go. There is something I left for you in the drawer. Open it after I’m gone.

Lai Lai, you must take good care of yourself alone, and also bury me next to your grandfather."

A gust of cold wind blew, and Jiang Lai suddenly opened her eyes wide, taking a deep breath while gazing blankly at the lake before her.

Slowly turning around, the elderly man beside her seemed to have fallen asleep.

Jiang Lai blinked, suddenly feeling a bit sore in her eyes.

Maybe it was the wind.

She rubbed her eyes, then leaned down to embrace Mr. Huang, resting on his shoulder, murmuring softly.

"You wait, I’ll come back to find you soon."

Mr. Huang passed away, leaving his vast estate to his godson, Shi Yubai.

On the day of the funeral, Shi Yubai stood at the entrance in a black Tang suit to greet the guests.

Seeing that Jiang Lai looked a bit pale, he advised her to go back and rest.

Mr. Huang’s room had not yet been touched by anyone. Jiang Lai went inside, first taking out a black signal jammer, which she turned on and placed in an inconspicuous corner of the wall.

Then she walked to the bedside, opened the hidden compartment under the drawer, and took out a small black notebook.

The notebook contained numerous bank account numbers, addresses, passwords, some names, and unique cryptic codes.

This was Mr. Huang’s hidden assets, which even Shi Yubai had no right to touch.

The last page of the notebook contained a row of crooked words, indicating the great effort it took the writer to leave this final note.

"Yu Bai tampered with my medicine, my time is short, and I have no strength to fight back. Do not avenge me. The route is already arranged. Leave as soon as you can."

The last word was drawn out long and long.

Jiang Lai put the notebook away, and as she turned to leave, she glanced back.

Lastly, she opened a bottle of liquor, sprinkling it around the room, and the instant she threw the lighter, the house was engulfed in flames.