Chapter 137

The Sadlers were dumbfounded. Especially Maeve, who had turned pale from the shock. Her mind went blank. She couldn't believe this fact. Just a week ago, Dominic had been fine. And now, they were being told to prepare for his funeral. She felt an overwhelming heaviness in her heart, as if a giant boulder was pressing down on her chest, making it hard for her to breathe. She was filled with an inexpressible grief and shock. "Dr. Coulson, are you joking?" Caleb shouted. "My uncle is only 50 years old this year. He has always been healthy, and the Sadler family is wealthy. He takes good care of himself—" Hugh waved his hand and interrupted him, "Birth, old age, illness, and death are all part of the natural order. I'm just making a judgment based on Mr. Sadler's condition. As for his illness, I'm powerless to help him. If you think it can still be cured, you can consult another doctor." Hugh didn't want to say more. Dominic's internal organs were severely damaged, and the medicine