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Chapter 560: Mr. Brown

Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Peter watched Song Fan leave, noting her genuine anger, which made him believe that Gu Chen might truly be on the brink of death. Realizing that the only person who could save him was dying, he finally lost his composure.

Peter had been searching for a compatible kidney for years but had found none. He urgently needed a transplant to survive.

After much consideration, he decided to inform Old Mr. Brown about the situation.

“Dad, I think there’s something suspicious going on. I suspect Charlie might be behind this,” Peter said, hoping to shift the blame onto Charlie and disqualify him from inheriting. “If Gu Chen doesn’t wake up, it’s all over.”

Old Mr. Brown, more than anyone, wanted Gu Chen to live.

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, only the sound of shallow breathing.

Peter felt a chill run down his spine, his fear of Old Mr. Brown resurfacing. After half a minute, he whispered, “Dad? Are you still there?”

“You have never met Gu Chen. Are you certain he is in a coma? Is he always unconscious, or does he occasionally wake up?” Old Mr. Brown’s voice finally came through.

Peter took a deep breath and was about to answer when he realized something was wrong. Gu Chen was indeed in a coma, but the Gu Corporation’s operations were running smoothly, and Song Fan did not seem to be constantly present. He initially thought Song Fan was busy caring for Gu Chen, but if Gu Chen was comatose, who was making all the crucial decisions for the company?

Piece by piece, the clues began to add up. “Dad, something is definitely off. I’ll investigate further.”

Peter didn’t dare say too much, fearing Old Mr. Brown might blame him for any mistakes.

Hanging up the phone, Old Mr. Brown felt his body ache painfully. Regular painkillers could no longer control his nerve pain, and he needed to find an effective treatment soon.

Realizing that Gu Chen might not only be alive but also possibly conscious, he made a decision. “It looks like it’s time to go back. Gu Chen, you better wait for your uncle.”

Old Mr. Brown did not inform anyone about his return. Known for his unpredictable movements, only his sons and a few trusted aides knew of his whereabouts.

When he arrived at the pharmacy, Song Fan was selecting medicinal herbs for a medicinal diet for Gu Chen.

“Excuse me, young lady. May I ask if you have a formula for replenishing blood and qi?” a gentle voice asked.

Hearing someone call her, Song Fan looked up.

At a glance, she was stunned. The man before her was gentle and elegant, smiling warmly. His features bore a striking resemblance to Gu Chen’s.

Song Fan stared at him, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

This man felt both familiar and strange, and his eyes told Song Fan that he knew her.

“Excuse me, are you not a doctor?” Old Mr. Brown asked again.

Song Fan quickly nodded. “Sorry, I’m a customer too. Perhaps you could ask the doctor over there?”

She pointed to an elderly traditional Chinese medicine doctor, noting that there were about a dozen people waiting in line.

Her gaze returned to the man before her. “What kind of medicine do you need? Maybe I can help.”

“Sure, you seem to know a lot about traditional Chinese medicine,” Old Mr. Brown replied, still smiling. But Song Fan felt as if a venomous snake was watching her.

She subconsciously scrutinized the man again, and a flash of insight hit her.

Gu Chen had a connection to the Brown family. If Old Mr. Brown was a Chinese man and his wife was a foreigner, didn’t that explain everything?

The true relative of Gu Chen should be Old Mr. Brown.

She had been thinking too narrowly, assuming the Browns must be blond and blue-eyed, overlooking another possibility.

“Young lady, is there something on my face? Why are you staring at me?” Old Mr. Brown asked, noticing Song Fan’s odd expression. He realized she had recognized him.

Song Fan bit her lip, cautiously asking, “Uncle, you have a strange accent. Have you lived abroad for a long time?”

“Yes, I haven’t been back for years. Many places have changed,” Old Mr. Brown replied, looking at her intently. “My relatives have always been in the country. I heard one is quite famous. Do you know Gu Chen? He’s my nephew.”

Song Fan was so startled she nearly bit her tongue. She blurted out, “Mr. Brown?”

Old Mr. Brown raised an eyebrow, his smile widening. “Yes, Miss Song, you are indeed clever.”