Chapter 315: Doesn’t Even Know

Santiago was pulled out of the wrecked car.

“Mr. Santiago, are you okay?”

“He’s still awake. His pupils look normal…”

“His forehead is bleeding–might be a concussion.”

“Treat him right away!”

The organizers had the best medical team ready for accidents. They rushed Santiago to the medical tent. Amanda and Harry ran after him.

But a doctor stopped them at the entrance.

“Doctor, he’s our friend. Is he badly hurt?”

“Luckily, he protected himself at the critical moment, and the car’s safety features worked. We’re treating him now. His concussion is serious, and he needs stitches on his forehead.”

“Thank you, doctor!”

Hearing Santiago wasn’t in life-threatening danger, Amanda and Harry finally relaxed.

“Good… I was so scared. That road, at that speed, in the dark… I thought something terrible would happen.”

“Don’t worry, Harry. Santiago isn’t stupid. That car isn’t just fast–it’s reinforced for safety, too.”

Still, that multimillion-dollar Lamborghini was now scrap metal. But for the heirs of billion-dollar companies, it didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was that Santiago was alive.

Harry let out a quiet sigh. “I’ve seen him win so many trophies, but I’ve never seen him make such a huge mistake. What happened?”

“It’s probably because of his sister. I should’ve expected it. This track is too dangerous. If he can’t focus fully, he shouldn’t race.” Amanda, usually quiet, spoke more than usual, regret on her face.

All they could do now was wait for Santiago to wake up. Harry frowned, thinking.

“By the way… since Tilda’s his sister, why isn’t she here? Something this serious happened.”

“I… don’t know,” Amanda frowned slightly. “Maybe she doesn’t know where he is. I’ll go find her! She must be worried sick. He’s her brother after all.”

“Wait. I’ll just text her.”

Amanda pulled out her phone and quickly texted Tilda. She told her about Santiago and where he was and asked her to come immediately.

The reply shocked them.

“I’m not coming.”

That was all she said.

Amanda stared. She thought she typed it wrong. “Wait… Tilda, are you really not coming?”

“Yeah. And tell Santiago this–the Jensons have been hiding the truth from him. I’ve cut ties with them. From now on, he’d better not come looking for me, no matter what.”

Boom.

Amanda and Harry stared at the screen, speechless. No matter how many messages Amanda sent, Tilda never replied again.

“Amanda… am I reading this right? Santiago’s long-lost sister of 19 years actually cut ties with the Jensons? And Santiago doesn’t even know?”

Harry swallowed hard. He felt as if he’d just learned a huge secret.

“Oh, God… How do we tell Santiago this later?”

“No wonder… when Tilda saw him earlier, she didn’t act as if she was seeing her brother.” Amanda’s eyes darkened with understanding.

“Amanda, should we tell Santiago?”

She paused before saying, “We have to. This is too big to hide. But don’t say more than needed. It’s the Jensons’ family matter–we shouldn’t get more involved.”

“Then… you tell him. I don’t have the courage.”

“Gosh, Harry, seriously?”

“Sorry. I’m scared!”

Amanda pressed her hand to her forehead. How did Santiago end up with such an idiot friend? Seriously, worst luck ever!

Santiago woke up to the sharp smell of antiseptic.

“Cough, cough… Where… am I…”

“Santiago! Thank God, you’re awake!” Amanda and Harry rushed to him.

“Right, I was racing… and my car… flipped… Ahh!”

His foggy mind slowly remembered the crash. Memories hit him all at once. Pain shot through his body.

“The doctor says you need to rest. You’re lucky. Waking up this fast means no serious problems.”

“You idiot! I told you to call me ‘Mr. Jenson.’ Did you forget I’m your mentor? You think you can just call me Santiago?” Santiago rolled his eyes.

Harry mumbled, “You little… Fine. Since you’re hurt, I’ll let it slide this time!”