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    Despite Ferris’ precautions, his eldest son had exploited a loophole—and Eric paid the price.


    Ferris had dealt with it swiftly, sending his eldest son abroad in disgrace.


    But he believed Eric had recovered after that surgery.


    He hadn’t expected this… a lingering effect?


    The realization hit hard. His face went pale.


    Then he turned to Hadley, a note of usation in his voice. “Didn’t he go for follow-up scans?”


    “He did,” the chief answered before she could. “Mr. Scott had consistent check-ups.”


    “Then how did it get this bad?” Ferris’ voice rose. His hands clenched.


    “Hisst scan was a month ago,” the chief said calmly. “At the time, everything looked normal. But within a month,plications can arise. Symptoms can escte…”


    “Stop exining!” Ferris mmed the table, his voice sharp. “I’m asking— is my son in danger?”


    Hadley said nothing, holding her breath as she stared at the doctor.


    The chief physician hesitated, his expression grave. “It’s hard to say.”


    “What do you mean by ‘hard to say’?” Ferris’ patience snapped. “How should it be treated? What are the chances of recovery? Speak clearly.” His eyes narrowed on the chief physician. “If you can’t treat him, what kind of doctor are you?”


    The chief physician broke into a cold sweat but stayedposed.


    “There are two avable options,” he exined. “Surgery or conservative treatment. Right now, the clot isn’trge—but the location is difficult. It’s surrounded by nerves and blood vessels, so surgeryes with significant risk.” He continued steadily, “Conservative treatment would mean using medication to stop the bleeding and dissolve the clot. But it doesn’t guarantee full control.”


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    He drew a slow breath. “Which path to take, Mr. Scott, is your decision.”


    The room went quiet.


    Ferris pressed his lips together, saying nothing.


    How could he decide? Neither option promised safety. And at his age, after finally finding a son he could count on to take over his empire—this was the trial they were handed.


    Was this fate’s way of testing the Scott family?


    After a long pause, Ferris turned to Hadley. “What do you think?”


    She blinked, caught off guard by the question.


    But just like him, she didn’t know. Both choices carried risk.


    Hadley said nothing. Her face was pale as she gave a slow shake of her head.


    Then she looked at the doctors seated across from them. “You’re the professionals. Can you advise us?”


    Her quieter tone seemed to ease the tension in the room.


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