These words caused the room to fall silent.
The arguing people shrunk back their necks and did not make a sound.
Mrs. Han raised an eyebrow and looked at them in ridicule.
Go ahead! Argue if you're brave enough! What are you afraid of?
At that moment, Elder Han spotted Han Jun standing at the door and waved his hand, "Jun, come here."
While everyone was arguing, Han Jun had been simply watching. Only when Elder Han called him, did he finally feel as though he existed. He lifted his legs, approached the bed, and sat down.
Elder Han held onto Han Jun's hand with satisfaction. "God didn't do anything. Jun was the one who got me the prescription. None of you believed her, but Jun did; he was willing to grab onto the tiniest bit of hope."
Elder Han knew who cared about him, and who actually cared about what he possessed.
