I drove through New York City's afternoon traffic, my mind split between concern for Arthur Morgan and worry about what Evelyn was facing back at the office. The Chen family's arrogance had been palpable even in those few minutes. Leaving her to handle them alone felt like abandoning her to wolves.
But Arthur Morgan was dying. Two master physicians had called me begging for help. That kind of desperation meant conventional medicine had failed completely.
My phone buzzed with another text from Dr. Finch: "Master, his pulse is getting weaker. We're losing him."
I pressed harder on the accelerator.
Meanwhile, back at Hua Mei Biomedical, the conference room atmosphere had grown even more toxic. Chen Wei had taken his seat at the opposite end of the table from Evelyn, flanked by two other Chen family members who radiated the same casual superiority.
