âThatâs impossible. international runner Yanci? In a place like this? I hear the organizers send him an invitation every year, but thereâs no way heâd have any interest in races that arenât suitable for public viewing like this.â
âGosh, itâs true. Youâre right. In that case, Logan is really done for this time. And so are the Andersons, right? If they want their son back, theyâll need $50 millionâ¦â
ââ¦â
The two walked past Nora as they chatted.
Nora stopped in her tracks.
She had known all along that Logan seemed to be in some kind of trouble, but she hadnât expected it to be this bad.
Why hadnât he said a word about it at home?
As she thought about it, Nora sent Cherry a text message reminding her to pay attention to her safety. Then, she headed for the corridor room.
The corridor room was not accessible to ordinary people.
The people guarding the place were all men Jordan trusted the most. The one standing guard at the entrance was one of the people who had tried to stop Nora from climbing the stairs when she rushed into the Hoffmansâ house the other day. He had also been involved in what happened afterwards, so he knew who she was. Quite surprised to see her, he hastened to say, âIâll take her to Mr. Hoffman!â
Indeed, the Andersonâs affairs were quite troublesome this time.
Mr. Hoffman had also had a headache about it the last two days.
If he had known this was going to happen, he would have listened to Logan and postponed the race until next month.
What was he going to do now?
Fifty million dollars was at stake. Even they would have a hard time shelling out that kind of money, let alone the Andersons. After all, who would have that much cash?
Nora nodded.
As they entered the room with the man, they encountered Mrs. Hoffman.
Mrs. Hoffman had been taking care of Jimmy in the hospital for the past few days, so he hadnât been sleeping well for some time. To the point that she even had dark circles under her eyes. When she saw Nora, she took her hand and said sincerely, âOh, you came? I was just about to come looking for you. Are you here for Logan? I know all about it. Donât worry, Iâll make sure heâs okay.â
He continued, âI came here especially to look for Jordan. Even if thereâs no other way, at least we can get that $50 million ready!â
The corners of Noraâs lips gave a little twitch as she stared at Mrs. Hoffman, who now seemed like a completely different person.
Find your favorite stories at galnovels .com The woman was really straightforward.
She said unhurriedly, âNo, itâs okay.â
Mrs. Hoffman sighed and said, âYou donât need to be formal with us. The doctor already told me: if you hadnât come running to our house, what I would have seen the next morning would probably have been Jimmyâs corpse since I had thought he was in bad shape just because he was scared. You saved him! So that makes you our benefactor! Iâm willing to give you even my life, not to mention $50 million. I have some jewelry here that should also be worth a substantial sumâ¦â
At that moment, he suddenly straightened his back and said, âBy the way, I have not yet formally apologized to you. I misunderstood you. Geez, Iâm not trying to make excuses, but every time Jimmy got a headache in the garden, the teacher called me; but every time I brought him home, he was fine again. That boy is an idiot. And to think he couldnât even describe the symptoms clearly. We had also gone to the hospital for his headaches. The doctor suggested a CT scan of the brain, but also said there would be radiation exposure, so he wanted us to think about it ourselves. Later, we took him back home, but he said he was no longer in pain. This was repeated over and over againâ¦.. So, when he told us to get a lumbar puncture, my first reaction was to think he was talking nonsenseâ¦.. Come to think of it, I was really very ignorant!â
Actually, Nora wasnât angry.
She had seen relatives of patients who were even more difficult to treat than Mrs. Hoffman. Besides, doctors tended to favor conservative methods of treatment for children.
The amount of radiation a brain CT scan was exposed to was equivalent to 1.5 times that of a chest X-ray.
It was normal for doctors to let them make the decision for themselves.
She nodded. Then she interrupted Mrs. Hoffman and said, âIâd like to visit Logan.â
âFine, Iâll take you there!â
With Mrs. Hoffman in the lead, no one dared to stop them.
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In the living room.
Logan twitched his ankle after putting on his clothes. The sharp pain left him pale as a sheet, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
His friend, beside him, ranting furiously, âThey sure were merciless! The bones in your ankle are shattered. You canât apply any force to it. Does it make any difference whether you take part in the race or not? In my opinion, you should go see Mr. Hoffman and drop out of the race.â
Logan paid no attention to him. A look of pain and resolution appeared on his indomitable countenance.
It was one thing to lose, but quite another to quit the race.
He couldnât let down the people who supported him.
He took a deep breath and said, âLetâs go.â
The door suddenly opened at that moment.
Linson Leigh, the runner Winston was supporting, was standing in front of the door.
Linson was a rookie runner. The previous year he had placed second with a finish of just five seconds behind Logan.
Paul was rooting for him and he had become a rising star in the car racing world.
Logan looked up at him and asked with hostility, âWhat are you doing here?â
Linson stood arrogantly in the doorway and replied, âIâm here to show Logan â the King of Racing â some concern, of course. Howâs your foot? I hear the bones are all broken. If you donât have surgery soon, you probably wonât ever be able to recover, will you?â
Logan, who was making a long face, replied, âNone of your business.â
Linson curved his lip in disdain and said, âGeez, why are you so angry, Logan-The King of Racing? As they say, the new constantly replaces the old, while the old grows cold. In the New York racing world, the era of Logan-The King of Racing is long gone. Now that heâs gotten too old, surely he should make way for the new, right?â
His words infuriated Loganâs friend, who angrily shouted, âIf the seniors have to make way for the rookies, then letâs have a normal transfer! Besides, Logan is only 22 years old! Heâs in the prime of his youth. Make way my ass!â
Linson was about to speak when Winston approached. It was obvious at first glance that he had over indulged in carnal desires, causing his health to be completely spent. With a look of annoyance, he said, âGood heavens, what have you gone to work for? Young as I am, it can only be a thing of the past. As of today, the New York racing world is about to welcome a new era. The era that belongs to Linson has arrived!â
âGet out!â
A furious Logan stood up abruptly. However, pain shot up from his leg, making him fall back onto the couch. He looked at his leg in amazement. The pain was getting worse today, making him unable to even stand for a while!
Winston looked at Loganâs leg. Since he hadnât been operated on in time, the wound was already festering a bit.
Winston clicked his tongue a couple of times. He said, âLogan, with that leg of yours you probably wonât even be able to hit the brakes if you get in the car, right? With the way you are, how are you going to get in the race? Oh, what are you going to do? The white team doesnât even have a substitute. Is there even someone who can run in your place?â
Logan clenched his fists.
This was the core of the problem.
The White Team had always come out on top.
Therefore, Team White had never needed a substitute. This led to them being unable to find even a decent substitute after something happened to his leg.
Also, geniuses like Linson were really rare. Other than Logan at his best, Yanci was probably the only one who could beat himâ¦.
In the middle of their thoughts, a womanâs voice reached themâ¦. She said, âI can.â
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