The atmosphere in the hospital corridor was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe, and the air seemed to have solidified.
Mrs. Carter looked somber, her voice hoarse and full of self-reproach as she talked to Old Lady Carter on the video call,
"Mom, I have a responsibility for what happened to Dad, I couldn't take good care of him.
If you want me to step down as acting chairman, I have no objections."
As soon as she said this, the frown on Old Lady Carter's face slowly eased, and Evan Palmer, who was beside her, also sighed in relief. The expressions of both of them softened somewhat.
Old Lady Carter nodded slightly, and for once, her usually stern and rigid face revealed a rare hint of a smile,
"It's good that you think this way. You are a woman, not suited to be out in the public. It's best to stay home and take care of your health.
When the company is handed over to Evan..."
"I also agree with Carlos leaving the board."
