Chapter 687 Cortisone Needle

Ferguson Ford, a well-known philanthropist of Strego City, had been engaged in charity for nearly twenty years. He had no idea how many he had helped in these twenty years. If there were indeed such a thing as a karmic cycle, Ferguson’s downfall would not have been so miserable. However, life was not a bed of roses. Many circumstances are predetermined. Some say their fates have been written right when they were born, and perhaps it really was so. No matter how influential, rich, or beautiful one was in life… They could only lie in a hospital bed and wail in their final moments. When Tyr Summers arrived at the hospital and joined Ferguson Ford, the former could tell that the latter lost significant weight compared to his better days. Ferguson was also not in a good mental state. Ferguson had no family, no wife, and no children. He was on his own for so many years. And now that he was lying in a hospital bed with a terminal illness eating away at the bits of his mortality, the onl