Chapter 575
After a couple of harsh words about Alvin’s actions, Enrique glanced at Bowen, trying to read 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 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.”
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his face. When Bowen didn’t react, Enrique let out a
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.”

“Mr. Molina, you don’t look the least bit surprised to see us,” Aubree said as they walked in.
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