"What is it?" Yvonne asked.

Charles looked at Philip in bed and asked silently, "I was hoping that you could transfer Father to the headquarters of Hope."

Yvonne was a little confused. "Mr. Anderson Senior has just been resuscitated. Transferring him at this moment might be …"

"Please." Charles sounded determined.

Yvonne furrowed her brows. "If you really insist. Give me some time, I—"

"This can't wait," Charles interrupted Yvonne. "I hope this will be done in the next two days."

"But …"

Just when Yvonne was still hesitating, she heard rustling sounds on the phone. It seemed like the phone was being passed to someone else.

Soon, Conan's voice rang out. "Yvonne, I've already discussed it with my father. I'll deal with Grandpa's transfer. No one will blame you if anything happens.

"I've also discussed it with Old Jim. He told me to ask for your permission. If you allow it, I'll arrange Hope's special transportation."

Yvonne chuckled helplessly. "Conan, you've changed. You've