Chapter 189

"Is Max actually sick?"

"Yes, it's true."

During the trial, Max suddenly collapsed and was immediately rushed to the hospital, abruptly ending the proceedings that had just begun.

Stephen informed us that Max had suffered from an allergic reaction and was still unconscious.

Max was cunning, and although I didn't want to believe it, the hospital's diagnosis couldn't be faked.

Given his condition, it was uncertain when the next trial would take place.

While Max was being transported to the hospital, Wendy and I waited for news at a nearby coffee shop. I absentmindedly stirred my oat milk latte.

"I hope he never wakes up! Hopefully, he'll be trapped in locked-in syndrome, conscious but confined to bed forever. That would be worse than death."

"He's broke now. Keeping him in the hospital would just waste public resources."

"True. Every breath he takes is a waste, considering the kind of person he is." Wendy's phone rang. She glanced at it and said, "Jen, let's change the subject