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.

seemed to move in slow motion as

seat, bracing for impact. I Finally, with a nauseating jolt, the

with a hiss, releasing the smell

Professor Paul, who appeared shaken but remarkably unharmed. "Are you alright?" "I think I'm injured but it's not bad." With

truck that had caused the

car, Jeff asked, "Are you sure you are alright, Professor?"

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

that was when he felt the sharp

heavily while Professor Paul immediately searched

stormed into the grand study of his father's estate, his

aged

son entered, his brow furrowed in

Malfoy asked, his voice calm but

his face,

has opted for traditional medicine. How can

his own path." Duane scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. "His 'own path'? What good will that do for