Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

Chapter 973

The coach could only apologize. "I know | 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 blfor 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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"My brother Mobius is only nineteen." Richard's words struck like a thunderbolt, sending the coach reeling.

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

Richard ignored him and just stared at the door, waiting for the verdict on Mobius’ fate.

The coach's wails attracted attention, and hospital staff intervened, escorting him away to prevent further disturbance.

Three agonizing hours passed before the doors reopened, revealing the sgrim-faced doctor.

"I'm really sorry, Mister Richard. We've exhausted all our efforts." The doctor's 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 the room."

Richard felt a lump form in his throat. Death weighed heavily in the air, more palpable than ever before.

"Okay."

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

"Mobius," Richard's voice trembled with emotion as he approached the bedside.

Mobius opened his eyes and managed a weak smile upon seeing Richard. "You're here. The doctors said | don't have a lot of time

left. I'm glad | get to see you one last time."

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Richard couldn't bear this, and there was a hint of reproach in his tone. "Don't say that. You'll be fine."

"You don't need to lie, Rick. | know what's going on. | can feel it."

Though usually brash and confident, Mobius now seemed vulnerable, reminding Richard he was just a child and a naive rascal.

He gently clasped his brother's hand. "Is there anything else you want to say?"

"Why are you crying, Rick?"

Richard realized his tears were flowing and took a deep breath. "Because I'm sad."

Though Richard's words were simple, Mobius could feel his sadness.

"I'll be alright, Rick," Mobius reassured weakly before breaking into sobs. "Before | die, please donate my bone marrow to Esther."

Richard looked at him in disbelief. "What?"