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.

to move in slow motion

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

deflated with a hiss, releasing the smell of burnt

but remarkably unharmed. "Are you alright?" "I think I'm

caused the accident had also veered

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

hit." "Jeff!" Professor Paul called frantically. "Blood! You are bleeding!" When Jeff looked down, he was shocked to see that his shirt was covered

was when he felt the

floor, breathing heavily while Professor Paul immediately

estate, his anger burning

in his aged armchair,

his

Malfoy asked, his voice calm but laced with a hint

over his face, Duane

heard 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

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