<b>Chapter </b>575
After a couple of harsh words about <b>Alvin’s </b>actions, Enrique nced at Bowen<b>, </b><b>trying </b><b>to </b>read sigh and shifted the <b>topic</b>. <b>“</b><b>Alvin </b>is, after <b>all</b><b>, </b>your brother’s only child…”
Bowen replied, “Do you really think I’d go this <b>far </b>if he weren’t brother’s <b>son</b><b>? </b>
“I think you know the <b>reason</b>. Even if <b>I </b>stayed out of it, Alvin wouldn’t be able to take on Bree.”
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his <b>face</b>. When Bowen didn’t <b>react</b>, Enrique let out <b>a </b>
Enrique <b>knew </b><b>exactly </b>what Bowen meant. <b>He’d </b>already tolerated Alvin’s antics for too long. Rather than waiting for <b>Alvin </b>to make <b>a </b>mistake that couldn’t <b>be </b>undone, <b>it </b>was better to step in now and cut their losses.
But Alvin had lost his parents when he was just a kid, and he was Enrique’s only grandson. How could Enrique really harden his heart <b>against </b>him<b>? </b>
<b>“</b><b>Just </b>keep an <b>eye </b>on him,” Enrique said, <b>still </b>hoping Bowen would go <b>easy </b>on Alvin.
Enrique still wished Bowen would just turn a blind eye to <b>it </b><b>all</b>.
Bowen <b>was </b>about to <b>say </b>more when there <b>was </b><b>a </b>knock at the door. It <b>was </b><b>Samson</b>.
“Mr. Turner<b>, </b>I need to talk to you for a moment,” Samson said.
Bowen ended his conversation with Enrique and stepped out of the room. It wasn’t Samson who actually needed to speak with him; it was Enrique’s doctor.
“Mr. Turner, you’re just in time. This is Enrique’s medical report. There are some things here that <b>I </b>can’t really tell him directly<b>, </b>so I’m letting you know instead…” the doctor said.
The doctor rattled off <b>a </b>string <b>of </b>medical terms, then finally said, “To put it inly, Enrique is in thete stages of lung cancer. Given his age–he’s already in histe seventies, almost eighty–there’s really no point in putting him through aggressive treatments anymore. It would only make him suffer. Our advice is to go with conservative care and let him spend his remaining time asfortably as possible…”
“Doesn’t Enrique get regr checkups? Howe nobody caught this until now?” Bowen demanded, his voice tight with anger and frustration.
Before the doctor could answer, Samson jumped in to exin, “Mr. Turner, honestly, Mr. Enrique always thought it was a hassle. He never believed anything <b>was </b>really wrong, so every time he just did the basics–blood pressure, blood sugar, that kind of thing…<b>” </b>
Bowen fidgeted with his hands, feeling helpless as he asked, <b>“</b>Is there any treatment avable <b>overseas</b>?<b>” </b>
The doctor shook his head in response, “<b>It’s </bte<b>–</b>stage cancer, Mr. Turner<b>–</b>you know what that means. But I did hear Walton Pharmaceuticals is developing a breakthrough drug for cancer. Maybe that’s something worth looking into.”
The Walton Pharmaceuticals?‘ Bowen froze for a second as he thought, “Wait, didn’t Bree mention she had some kind of partnership with the Mansell family?‘
“Alright, I understand. Don’t tell my dad about this yet. If there’s nothing else, can he go home to rest?” Bowen asked.
“Yes, but it would be best to have a medical team by his side to look after him,” the doctor replied.
“Okay, Samson, handle that. And make sure no one at the estate says a word about this,” Bowen instructed.
After all this, Bowen really didn’t have the energy to keep going back and forth with Enrique about Alvin.
Meanwhile, since Bowen had to leave Mistmere on short notice, Aubree couldn’t just leave the project hanging.
After all, things were finallying to a close.
She and Vincent headed straight to David’s house.
“Mr. Molina, you don’t look the least bit surprised to see us<b>,</b>” Aubree said as they walked in.
After everything that had happened, David had more or less figured out that these three were definitely not your average fruit merchants.
“Looks like I had you all wrong,” he admitted.
Aubree got straight <i>to </i>the point, introducing herself without any pretense. She stated, “We’ve looked into it, and there’s a gold mine in the mountains behind your house.”
David was quiet for a long moment, honestly shocked that Aubree had uncovered the truth in such a short time.
<b>And </b>what really caught him off guard was that she <b>was </b>actually from Rithol City.
Even someone like him, <b>a </b>farmer living deep in the mountains, had heard of Aubree’s name.
“What do <b>you </b>want?” he asked in a <b>wary </b>tone<b>. </b>