Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

Richard's eyes were filled with hatred. Despite Mobius not being in peak condition, the coach demanded he participate in a risky race.

The coach tried to explain himself, his voice low with fear. "Mister Richard, please try to understand. We were in a difficult position. If Mobius had refused to race, it would have upset the organizers and jeopardized his future..."

"Future? Do you think my brother's future depends on racing?" Richard's voice was filled with contempt.

It was the truth. Waldorf Enterprises was a big company, meaning Mobius could live a carefree life without financial worries, even if he chose to do nothing at all.

The coach fell silent, realizing he had no valid defense against Richard's anger.

but if not..." Richard's voice trailed off, leaving an ominous implication hanging in the

with this, all the coach could do

later, a doctor emerged from the ER, prompting Richard to approach

Waldorf's

and

doctor looked at Richard and sighed. "I'm sorry, we've done everything we

making him resemble more a beast in a

clearly uncomfortable delivering such devastating news. "I understand this is difficult, but despite our efforts in surgery, the chances of Mister Mobius surviving are very slim." "You mentioned there's a slim chance, so there's still hope." Richard's eyes blazed with anguish and desperation. "Save him at any cost. Money is

our power to assist him. However, I

the coach couldn't shake off a sense of dread. Something terrible had happened to Mobius, and Richard's wrath was