?<strong>Chapter 752:</strong>


    Reece studied the wreckage of the race car with measured calm.


    “Kristopher acts with purpose, not reckless abandon.


    Torrie’s provocations were clearly meant to unsettle Carrie, but judging by her reaction, she knows better than to believe such a simplistic characterization of him.”


    After a thoughtful pause, he added, “Did something catch your attention?”


    Arion gestured toward the race car.


    “Look at the tire condition on the far side.”


    As Reece observed the dangerous wear pattern, Arion’s guilt surfaced.


    “I focused on other modifications butpletely overlooked the tires. Our usual racing conditions would never have exposed this weakness, but on this track…” His voice faltered as the implications sank in.


    The weight of what might have happened bore down on him. An ident involving Carrie would have been devastating—not only would his family hold him responsible, but the psychological trauma might have forever tainted his passion for racing.


    Reece considered this revtion carefully.


    “We should keep this from Carrie.


    Their divorce marks an end—revealing this would onlyplicate matters unnecessarily.”


    Arion’s silence spoke volumes as remorse gnawed at him. Kristopher’s actions had protected not only Carrie but also Arion himself. As a pianist as well as a racer, any injury to his hands would have been catastrophic.


    Understanding Arion’s inner turmoil, Reece ced aforting hand on his shoulder.


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    “Let’s acknowledge our debt to him. I’ll ensure he receives the finest medical care avable and leverage my influence to support his business ventures when opportunities arise. We’ll repay this debt ourselves, without drawing Carrie back into his orbit.”


    Inside the ambnce, Kristophery motionless as paramedics swiftly attached an oxygen mask and heart monitor, their movements precise and practiced.


    The doctor turned to Billie, his expression measured.


    “Mr. Norris appears to have sustained a head injury. We’ll need to conduct additional tests at the hospital to determine the full extent of his condition.”


    “Is it serious?” Billie’s voice quavered, her features etched with mounting concern.


    The doctor’s hesitation spoke volumes before his words did.


    “It’s difficult to make a definitive assessment. Best-case scenario, we’re looking at a mild concussion—he could regain consciousness shortly and recover with a few days of rest…”


    Billietched onto the unspoken implications, her voice tightening.


    “And the worst case…?”


    Gravity settled over the doctor’s features as he responded, “In more severe cases, we could be facing a persistent vegetative state or a prolongeda. While we can see the external trauma, internal damage remains unknown.


    The brain’splexity continues to challenge modern medicine—there are still many neurological conditions we cannot fullyprehend.”


    Billie brushed away tears with trembling fingers, her voice hardening to ice.


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