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.

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

would not let him get away with this, all the coach could do was shut his mouth

later, a doctor emerged from the ER, prompting Richard

Mobius Waldorf's

stood up and walked over.

doctor looked at Richard and sighed. "I'm sorry,

vein bulged prominently on the side of Richard's forehead, and his eyes reddened, making him resemble more a beast

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

couldn't bear. "Don't worry, sir. We'll do everything in our power to assist him. However, I must advise you that the likelihood of survival is extremely small." The doctor, looking somber, gave Richard a sympathetic glance before returning to the ER. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access

couldn't shake off a sense of dread. Something