The doctor leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the desk as he continued, a hint of solemnity lurking in his voice. "That being said, Mr. Bright, I do have some concerns."
Maverick's brows furrowed, his expression turning serious as he adjusted his posture in the seat. Anything concerning his children was paramount to know. "What concerns?" His tone was sharp, laced with an urgency he didn't bother to hide.
The doctor sighed softly. "Richard's collapse wasn't just from exhaustion. His medical history indicates that he's had multiple close calls in the past due to severe anemia. But what worries me most is that he shows clear signs of prolonged malnutrition." He couldn't help but feel pity for the young man—denied the life he deserved by someone he once looked up to.
Maverick's fingers clenched around the armrest of his chair. "Malnutrition?" His voice dropped to a dangerously low register.