Bruce pressed his thin lips together and fell silent for a moment. Then he spoke slowly. "It doesn't matter. Alan won't be gloating for much longer."As he finished, he reached out and pushed open Cheron's door.Inside, medical equipment filled the room with a steady, rhythmic beeping.Cheron lay on the hospital bed, his face pale, eyes closed, breath shallow. He looked gravely ill, as if standing at death's edge.The doctor on duty straightened at once when he saw Bruce. "Mr. Bruce."Bruce gave a slight nod, signaling him to leave."Mr. Cheron's condition is critical. He shouldn't be left alone for long. I hope you understand, sir. I'll return in ten minutes." The doctor kept his voice low, exited with Spencer, and gently closed the door behind them.When only the two of them remained, Bruce stayed seated in his wheelchair.His gaze was calm as it rested on the hospital bed, and his voice remained even. "Stop pretending."The moment the words left his mouth, Cheron, who was s
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