Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

The coach could only apologize. "I know I shouldn't have persuaded him to race, but this isn't entirely my fault!"

Richard took a deep breath. "You should pay for this."

The coach's heart went cold. This would be the end of him. Not only would his own life be ruined, but the fallout might affect his family, including his innocent son.

"I heard you have a son." Richard smirked, his eyes narrowing in anger.

"Mister Richard, please spare my son. He's only eighteen, still practically a boy. He's not to blame for this!" His son was his world, and he couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to him; he would never forgive himself.

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He collapsed to the floor, tears streaming down his face. "Mister Richard, I'll take full responsibility. Please spare my son."

ignored him and just stared at the door, waiting for the verdict on Mobius'

attention, and hospital staff intervened, escorting him away to prevent further

hours passed before the doors reopened, revealing

emphasis on "truly" meant they had done their best. "If you wish to say your goodbyes while your brother is still conscious, you can gown up and join him in

a lump form in his throat. Death weighed heavily in the

"Okay."

scrubs, Richard entered Mobius' room, his heart heavy at the sight of his brother hooked up to

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a hint of reproach

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