bChapter /b575

After a couple of harsh words about bAlvin’s /bactions, Enrique nced at Bowenb, /bbtrying /bbto /bread sigh and shifted the btopic/b. b“/bbAlvin /bis, after ball/bb, /byour brother’s only child…”

Bowen replied, “Do you really think I’d go this bfar /bif he weren’t brother’s bson/bb? /b

“I think you know the breason/b. Even if bI /bstayed out of it, Alvin wouldn’t be able to take on Bree.”

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his bface/b. When Bowen didn’t breact/b, Enrique let out ba /b

Enrique bknew /bbexactly /bwhat Bowen meant. bHe’d /balready tolerated Alvin’s antics for too long. Rather than waiting for bAlvin /bto make ba /bmistake that couldn’t bbe /bundone, bit /bwas 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 bagainst /bhimb? /b

b“/bbJust /bkeep an beye /bon him,” Enrique said, bstill /bhoping Bowen would go beasy /bon Alvin.

Enrique still wished Bowen would just turn a blind eye to bit /bball/b.

Bowen bwas /babout to bsay /bmore when there bwas /bba /bknock at the door. It bwas /bbSamson/b.

“Mr. Turnerb, /bI 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 bI /bcan’t really tell him directlyb, /bso I’m letting you know instead…” the doctor said.

The doctor rattled off ba /bstring bof /bmedical 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 bwas /breally 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“/bIs there any treatment avable boverseas/b?b” /b

The doctor shook his head in response, “bIt’s /bteb–/bstage cancer, Mr. Turnerb–/byou 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 usb,/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 ito /ithe 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.

bAnd /bwhat really caught him off guard was that she bwas /bactually from Rithol City.

Even someone like him, ba /bfarmer living deep in the mountains, had heard of Aubree’s name.

“What do byou /bwant?” he asked in a bwary /btoneb. /b