The hospitalization of Blakely Group's chairman, coupled with a CEO transition, was major news.

Nowadays, in order to garner media attention, some reporters had forsaken their sense of decency. There had been an instance where a celebrity, critically ill from cancer, had a swarm of reporters camped outside her room, vying for the moment of death.

With the sheer number of reporters, the security team felt overwhelmed and hesitated. The scene was chaotic.

One brazen reporter darted to the emergency room. Then he directed the camera towards Tyrone. "Mr. Blakely, it is a pleasure to meet you. Could you please...7?"

Bang.

His camera lay in shards at his feet. He looked up at Tyrone, who had risen to his feet, the words died in his throat.

Expressionless, Tyrone retrieved a business card from his pocket, tossing it dismissively to the floor. “How much is it? Get in touch with my secretary."

Larry swiftly joined him, a reassuring hand on Tyrone's shoulder, gesturing for him to keep his cool. To the crowd of reporters, he said, "My grandfather has passed away. We're in mourning and unable to give any interviews. We can talk after the funeral."

Still, a few persistent reporters took their chances, snapping photos from a distance, then quickly disseminating the news.

"At ten o'clock on November 1st, the news broke that Cesar Blakely, the chairman of Blakely Group, passed away at Healthwell Hospital due to illness."

The attached image showed Tyrone, a picture of grief, seated by the emergency room's door, the background blurred out.

The related news delved into the life of Cesar Blakely.

In the past, such news might have passed without causing much of a stir.

But the breaking news and candid interviews meant more people now knew of Tyrone, and more people were following the news.

While some comments were thoughtless, the majority of people expressed respect for Cesar, their virtual candles flickering beneath the news.

"Rest in peace."

Another comment read, "Notice: This is Tyrone's grandfather. Farewell."

Shortly after Tyrone's departure, Sabrina felt a wave of unease, unable to focus on her reading.

She rubbed her belly, setting her book aside to recline on her bed.

She had cut down on her screen time since her pregnancy, to protect her unborn child.