"Dad, the gavel hasn't struck yet; it's not a done deal. Grandpa is unconscious and in critical condition. Why don't you come with us now?"
Bella Scott couldn't help but persuade, reaching to pull on Mason Scott's arm, "That piece of blue and white porcelain just now, let's not take it, let it go."
In front of so many people, Bella Scott couldn't outright say that Mr. Scott had been stricken down by anger over that piece of blue and white porcelain.
She could only subtly find an excuse to persuade Mason Scott to leave.
"No way!" Mason Scott pushed Bella Scott's hand away without a second thought.
"That blue and white porcelain piece was won by your father with nine million dollars. If I say I don't want it now, where am I supposed to put my face?"
"Dad..." Bella Scott could no longer bear to watch and quietly whispered: "The blue and white porcelain is too expensive; it's not worth it. Accompany Grandpa in his time of need. Filial duty comes first; no one will laugh at you."
