NovelEnglishRichard's eyes were filled with hatred. Despite Mobius not being in peak condition, the coach demanded he participate in a risky race.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe 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.
"If Mobius comes out of this unscathed, it's one thing, but if not..." Richard's voice trailed off, leaving an ominous implication hanging in the air.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmKnowing Richard would not let him get away with this, all the coach could do was shut his mouth and pray.
Two hours later, a doctor emerged from the ER, prompting Richard to approach him.
"Is Mobius Waldorf's family here?" Richard stood up and walked over. "Yes." The doctor looked at Richard and sighed. "I'm sorry, we've done everything we could." A vein bulged prominently on the side of Richard's forehead, and his eyes reddened, making him resemble more a beast in a frenzy than a human. "Say that again." The doctor hesitated, 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 not an issue." This was his brother, the one who had looked up to him and followed him around since childhood. The thought of him potentially facing the end at such a young age was something Richard couldn't bear.
"Don't worry, Sir. We'll do everything in our power t vektó 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. As the doctor returned to the ER, the coach couldn't shake off a sense of dread. Something terrible had happened to Mobius, and Richard's wrath was palpable.
The coach shuddered. "Yes, Mister Richard?" The coach stuttered, "M-Mister Richard, I know I bear sresponsibility, but I was only doing my job. I didn't cause the accident He was almost crying. The situation wasn't directly his fault, so why did it feel like he was shouldering all the blame?
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