Chapter 575

After a couple of harsh words about Alvin’s actions, Enrique glanced at Bowen, trying to read his face. When Bowen didn’t react, Enrique let out a sigh and shifted the topic. “Alvin is, after all, your brother’s only child…”

Bowen replied, “Do you really think I’d go this far if he weren’t my brother’s son?"

“I think you know the reason. Even if I stayed out of it, Alvin wouldn’t be able to take on Bree.”

Enrique knew exactly what Bowen meant. He’d already tolerated Alvin’s antics for too long. Rather than waiting for Alvin to make a mistake that couldn’t be undone, it 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 against him?

“Just keep an eye on him,” Enrique said, still hoping Bowen would go easy on Alvin.

Enrique still wished Bowen would just turn a blind eye to it all.

Bowen was about to say more when there was a knock at the door. It was Samson.

“Mr. Turner, 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 I can’t really tell him directly, so I’m letting you know instead…” the doctor said.

The doctor rattled off a string of medical terms, then finally said, “To put it plainly, Enrique is in the late stages of lung cancer. Given his age–he’s already in his late 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 as comfortably as possible…”

“Doesn’t Enrique get regular checkups? How come nobody caught this until now?” Bowen demanded, his voice tight with anger and frustration.

Before the doctor could answer, Samson jumped in to explain, “Mr. Turner, honestly, Mr. Enrique always thought it was a hassle. He never believed anything was really wrong, so every time he just did the basics–blood pressure, blood sugar, that kind of thing…”

Bowen fidgeted with his hands, feeling helpless as he asked, “Is there any treatment available overseas?”

The doctor shook his head in response, “It’s late-stage cancer, Mr. Turner–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 finally coming 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,” 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 to 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.

And what really caught him off guard was that she was actually from Rithol City.

Even someone like him, a farmer living deep in the mountains, had heard of Aubree’s name.

“What do you want?” he asked in a wary tone.