Chapter 204 - Yanci!

"That's impossible. The international racer Yanci? In a place like this? I heard that the organizers send him an invitation every year, but there's no way he'll have any interest in races that aren't fit to be seen in public like this."

"Sigh, that's true. You're right. In that case, Logan is really done for this time! And so are the Andersons, right? If they want their son back, they'll need 50 million dollars…"

"…"

The two passed by 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 hadn't expected it to be this bad.

Why didn't he bring up even a word about it at home?

While thinking about it, Nora sent Cherry a text message reminding her to pay attention to her safety. Then, she headed to the racers' lounge.

The racers' lounge wasn't accessible to ordinary people.

The people guarding the place were all men that Jordan trusted the most. The one standing guard at the entrance happened to be one of the people who had tried to stop Nora from going up the stairs when she rushed over to the Hoffmans' the other day. He had also been involved in what happened after that, so he knew who she was. Rather surprised to see her, he hastily said, "I'll take you to Mr. Hoffman!"

The Andersons' affairs were indeed rather troublesome this time.

Mr. Hoffman had also been having a headache over it the last couple of days.

If he had known this would happen, he would've listened to Logan and postponed the race to next month.

What was he to do now?

That was 50 million dollars they were talking about. Even they would have difficulty forking out that money, let alone the Andersons. After all, who would have that much cash with them?

Nora nodded.

As she walked into the lounge with the man, they ran into Mrs. Hoffman.

Mrs. Hoffman had been taking care of Jimmy in the hospital the last few days, so she hadn't had a good sleep in a while. It was to the extent that she even had dark circles under her eyes. At the sight of Nora, she grabbed her hand and said sincerely, "Oh, you've come? I was just about to go and look for you. Are you here because of Logan? I know all about it. Don't worry, I will definitely make sure he's fine!"

She went on and said, "I came here especially to look for Jordan. Even if there's no other way, we can at least get those 50 million dollars ready!"

The corners of Nora's lips spasmed a little as she stared at Mrs. Hoffman, who seemed like a completely different person now.

The woman was really straightforward.

She said unhurriedly, "No, it's fine."

Mrs. Hoffman sighed and said, "You don't have to stand on ceremony with us. I've already heard from the doctor—if you hadn't rushed over to our place, what I would have seen the next morning would probably have been Jimmy's dead body since I had thought that he was feeling unwell just because he was scared. You saved him! So, that makes you our benefactor! I'm willing to give you even my life, let alone 50 million dollars. I have some jewelry here that should also be worth a sum…"

At this point, she suddenly straightened her back and said, "By the way, I haven't formally apologized to you yet. I misunderstood you. Sigh, I'm not trying to make excuses for myself, but every time Jimmy got a headache in school, the teacher would call me; but every time I brought him back home, he would be right as rain again. That boy is such a halfwit. To think he couldn't even describe the symptoms clearly. We had also gone to the hospital for his headaches. The doctor suggested a brain CT scan, but also said that there will be radiation exposure, so he wanted us to think about it ourselves. Later, we took him back home, yet he said that it didn't hurt anymore. This repeated over and over again… That was why when you told us to have a lumbar puncture done, my first reaction was to think that you were spouting nonsense… Now that I think about it, I was really so ignorant!"

Nora actually wasn't angry.

She had seen family members of patients who were even more difficult to deal with than Mrs. Hoffman. Besides, doctors tended to favor conservative methods of treatment for children.

The amount of radiation exposure that a brain CT scan would expose one to, was equivalent to 1.5 times the amount of a chest radiograph.

It was normal for doctors to let them make the decision themselves.

She nodded. Then, she interrupted Mrs. Hoffman and said, "I'd like to visit Logan."

"Okay, I'll take you there!"

With Mrs. Hoffman leading the way, no one dared to stop them all the more.

—

In the lounge.

Logan shifted his ankle after he put on his clothes. The severe pain made him as pale as a sheet, and cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

His friend next to him ranted furiously, "They sure were ruthless! The bones at your ankle are all shattered! You can't apply any force on it at all! Is there even any difference whether you take part in the race or not? In my opinion, you should just go to Mr. Hoffman and give up the race!"

Logan didn't pay him any attention. A look of pain and resolution came over his untamed countenance.

It was one thing to lose, but something else entirely to give up the race.

He couldn't let down the people supporting him.

He took a deep breath and said, "Let's go."

The door was suddenly pushed open at this moment.

Linson Leigh, the racer whom Winston was supporting, stood outside the door.

Linson was an upstart racer. He had taken second place the year before with a result of merely five seconds behind Logan.

Paul was in support of him, and he had become a rising star in the world of car racing.

Logan looked at him and asked hostilely, "What are you doing here?"

Linson stood arrogantly at the door and replied, "I'm here to show Logan—The Racing King some concern, of course. How's your foot? I heard that the bones are all broken. If you still don't undergo surgery, you probably won't be able to ever recover, right?"

Logan, who was pulling a long face, retorted, "It's none of your business."

Linson curled his lip disdainfully and said, "Sigh, why so angry, Logan—The Racing King? As they say, the new constantly replace the old, while the old grows cold. In New York's world of racing, the era of Logan—The Racing King has already passed. Now that you've become too old, surely you should make way for newcomers, right?"

His words angered Logan's friend, who yelled furiously, "If the seniors have to make way for the newbies, then let's just go through a normal handover! Besides, Logan is only 22 years old! He's in the prime of youth right now! Make way, my a*s!"

Linson was about to speak when Winston came over. It was obvious at first glance that he had overly indulged in carnal desires, causing his health to be all spent. With an annoying look on his face, he said, "Sigh, what are you worked up for? No matter how young he is, he can only be a thing of the past. Starting from today, New York's world of racing is about to welcome a new era! The era that belongs to Linson has come!"

"Get out!"

A furious Logan stood up abruptly. However, pain shot up from his leg, causing him to fall back onto the sofa. He looked at his leg in astonishment. The pain was getting worse today, making him unable to even stand for a while there!

Winston looked at Logan's leg. As he hadn't undergone surgery in time, the wound was already festering somewhat.

Winston clicked his tongue a couple of times. He said, "Logan, with that leg of yours, you probably won't even be able to step on the brakes if you get into the car, right? With the way you are, how are you going to take part in the race? Oh, what are you to do? Team White doesn't even have a substitute. Is there even anyone who can race in your stead?"

Logan clenched his fists.

This was the crux of the problem.

Team White had always taken first place!

Therefore, Team White had never needed a substitute. This led to them becoming unable to even find a decent substitute after something happened to his leg.

In addition, geniuses like Linson were indeed rare. Apart from Logan in his prime condition, Yanci was probably the only one who could beat him…

In the midst of his thoughts, a woman's voice reached them.. She said, "I can."