Chapter 68: David Moore Had No Idea What Factory Manager Victor Green Was

David Moore had no idea what Factory Manager Victor Green was thinking.

He rushed home in a panic to find Aunt Martha still awake, mending clothes by lamplight. Seeing her husband return drenched in sweat, she knew something was wrong.

"What happened?" She set down her needle.

David gulped down some water. "That boy's on death's door. It doesn't look good."

Aunt Martha sighed. "Should we... ask Elena?"

"Go ask her now!" David wrung his hands anxiously. "He's barely twenty!"

Aunt Martha tiptoed to the next room and knocked softly.

"Elena? Wake up, dear. I need your help."

Rustling sounds came from inside before Grace Cooper rubbed her eyes and opened the door.

"Auntie, it's so late..."

Entering, Aunt Martha saw Elena sitting up groggily, her cheeks still flushed from sleep.

"Elena, Factory Manager Green's brother-in-law is gravely ill. Could you—"

Still half-asleep, Elena shook her head instinctively. "Auntie, I used all my energy treating William today. I can barely move..."

Grace immediately protested, "No way! Elena nearly passed out after the treatment today. She can't do another!"

Aunt Martha twisted her hands nervously. "But that boy..."

"Auntie," Elena said weakly, "my technique is special. I can only perform it once a day. If I force it, I could..."

She left the sentence unfinished, but the implication was clear.

Aunt Martha's expression shifted before she finally sighed. "Then... rest well."

Back in their room, David asked eagerly, "Well?"

"It's no use." Aunt Martha shook her head. "Elena says she can only perform the treatment once a day."

David grew agitated. "That makes no sense! Is she—"

"Don't you dare!" Aunt Martha cut him off. "Grace said Elena almost fainted after today's session. We can't gamble with her life."

David clawed at his hair in frustration. "But Factory Manager Green—"

"We'll talk tomorrow." Aunt Martha handed him a cup of water. "If that boy's strong enough, he'll make it till morning."

With no other choice, David hurried back to the Green residence.

Meanwhile, Grace quietly shut the door and whispered, "Elena, were you telling the truth?"

In the darkness, Elena blinked. "Why would I lie, Grace? You saw how pale I was today."

Remembering her sister's ashen face, Grace's heart ached. "Then forget it! No one's life is more important than yours!"

Elena giggled. "Grace, you're so dramatic."

She hadn't told the whole truth. The technique was draining, but with proper nourishment, it wouldn't be life-threatening. Still...

Rolling onto her side, she stared at the pitch-black ceiling.

Desperation never made for good business. If they wanted her help, they'd have to beg for it properly.