Chapter 752
Chapter 752:
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.
“| focused on other modifications but completely overlooked the tires. Our usual racing conditions would never
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇthave 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 accident 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 revelation carefully.
“We should keep this from Carrie.
Their divorce marks an end—revealing this would only complicate 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 placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.
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“Let's acknowledge our debt to him. Ill ensure he receives the finest medical care available 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 ambulance, Kristopher lay 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...”
Billie latched onto the unspoken implications, her voice tightening.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“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 prolonged coma. While we can see the external trauma, internal damage
remains unknown.
The brain’s complexity continues to challenge modern medicine—there are still many neurological conditions we
cannot fully comprehend.”
Billie brushed away tears with trembling fingers, her voice hardening to ice.
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