The Fake Son Is A Billionaire Young Master by Morningale

Chapter 58 Accident

Accident As the sun began to set, casting an orange glow across the horizon, Jeff sat silently in the passenger seat of the car, taking in the passing scenery.

After along day, his thoughts were still occupied by what had happened at the gambling boxing site. He couldn't help but wonder about Emily's presence there, and his curiosity finally got the best of him.

Jeff hesitantly spoke up, turning to face Professor Paul, who was preoccupied with finding his way back to the City.

"Professor, if you do not mind my asking, how did you come to know Emily? And why was she at that place, of all places?" Professor Paul's eyes briefly shifted

from the road to Jeff before returning his attention to the task at hand.

There was a moment of silence, as if the professor was contemplating how much he should reveal. Eventually, he let out a deep exhale before responding, "I haven't known Emily for long, Jeff. We met at the very place we are returning from - the gambling boxing site." Jeff's eyes widened in surprise. "Wait, so you knew Emily before all of this? How come I've never heard of her?" A small smile tugged at the corner of Professor Paul's lips. "Emily has her reasons, Jeff. Reasons that are not mine to ask or share. She's a young woman with a story, just like anyone else."

Noes I "She has a story? Isn't she from one of good families in Starry City? Are you I hiding..." — Before Jeff could further press for answers, a deafening screech filled the air. Out of nowhere, an enormous truck hurtled towards them from the opposite direction, its headlights blinding them.

"Oh sh*t!" Instinctively, Professor Paul swerved the car to the right, narrowly avoiding a head-on collision.

Their car spun out of control as the truck's side clipped the back, sending metal scraping against metal and tires screeching.

in slow

stability. Panic washed over Jeff as he frantically clung to his seat, bracing for impact. I Finally, with a nauseating jolt, the car came to a crashing halt against

with a hiss,

"Are you alright?" "I think I'm injured but it's not bad." With a sigh of

the accident had also veered off the road

damage to their car, Jeff asked, "Are you sure you are alright, Professor?" Professor Paul nodded, his voice laced with a

managed to avoid a direct hit." "Jeff!" Professor Paul called frantically. "Blood! You are

that was

to the floor, breathing heavily while

into the grand study of his father's estate, his anger burning hotter than the flickering candles adorning the

aged armchair,

his

meaning of this outburst, Duane?" Old Master Malfoy asked, his voice calm but

all over his face, Duane paced back

the news. Instead of selecting a department that could truly help the Malfoy family, Jeff has opted for traditional medicine. How can he be so blind to his responsibilities?!" Old Master Malfoy raised one

to the truth. Jeff is simply following his own path." Duane scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. "His 'own path'? What good will that