As he gradually recovered, I began to state my reasons for not wanting to work with Jesse.

I said, "His performance is just one aspect of this, Mr. Jordan. Our main focus is the high-end market for doors. Please don't worry too much about it."

He nodded.

"To be honest with you, my health is deteriorating. That's why I sought treatment. How could I let my unruly son take over?"

He mentioned his health, confirming that it wasn't just a rumor.

"He’s been spoiled by his mother. He’s good at all kinds of frivolous things, but he doesn’t know how to do a thing when it comes to serious matters. It's unfortunate for our family." He sighed with a touch of sorrow.

Then, he continued, "I originally planned to elevate our door business and gradually shift toward high-end doors. Businesses need constant progress and development, but my health just gave out. I have stomach cancer."

As soon as the words left his mouth, my heart flipped.

"There’s no way I can realize my dreams now. I've come