Frida was well aware that Frank's abilities were more than what she or Yonca's bodyguards could handle.If they really upset Frank here, they would definitely pay for it.As such, Frida pleaded, "Please, Mr. Lawrence—this isn't really up to us. I've done my best, but…""That's your best?!" Frank bellowed furiously, pointing at a pale Yonca."Alright!" Kat cheered from upstairs, clearly having been watching throughout. "Beat up that stupid hag already!""Who are you calling hag, you little bitch?!" Yonca screamed like a fishwife, standing akimboKat had certainly struck her nerve, since she despised anyone who mocked her appearance. "Everyone, calm down!" Frida shouted.Still, she knew that they would not be coming to an agreement with Frank now—it was clear he's not giving up.And if they let things deteriorate, he really might storm Turnbull House and make a complete mess of things."Here!" Frida strode between Frank and Yonca, whipping out an envelope. "This is an invitati
Even before Nash stepped through the front door, the woman living next door dragged her to a quiet corner and told her everything that had happened.Naturally, it was a bombshell that almost knocked Nash off his feet. "What?! Kat is pregnant, and the father is some rich kid?! He drives a Maserati and looks unseemly from first glance?!"He could blow up from sheer rage as he saw the Maserati in question parked right outside his door.Ever since his wife died, Kat was his only attachment to this world. Why else was he so willing to prostrate himself to everything? All he wanted was for Kat to grow up in safety… only for her to get pregnant right after she became an adult!It was absolutely unacceptable, and he almost lost his mind.However, it was when he strode into his courtyard and realized something was wrong—a black sedan was overturned, while Frank stood impassively nearby.Beside him, Kat was yapping excitedly about something, and it had been a while since Nash had seen he
While Frank took Kat out on a joyride in the Maserati, Ned Janko had returned to his old house.As he rushed toward his father's bedroom, he immediately found his brother's six-year old son, Hal, outside the door.Hal was playing with his water gun with the servants and promptly trained the gun on Ned's face when he saw him."Hahaha!!!" He clapped his thighs as he left Ned's face and clothes soaking wet, even insulting him with a limerick. "What exactly happened to Ned? Well, his stud kicked him right in the head!""You little…!" Ned glared at the child furiously even as he pushed his wet bangs off his face.He certainly could slap the child for his insults, but he could not—if he laid a finger on his nephew, his own brother would just beat him up instead."Hmph," he snorted, gritting his teeth and ignoring the child as he strode into his father's bedroom. His father's health was more urgent, after all."Haha! Coward!" Hal laughed as he left.-Inside the room filled with trad
"Hahaha…"Hal threw down his water gun and laughed heartily, while Ned touched his own face.The 'water' that Hal had just sprayed him with was warm and had an indescribable stench.Glaring at Hal who was giving him a gleeful mocking look, he cracked his knuckles audibly.Paula snapped at him right then, "What do you think you are doing, Ned?! Are you going to beat up your nephew in your father's presence?! How dare you!""I-I'm not…" Ned sighed as he eased his knuckle.Hal laughed even loudly at that, even leaping up, punching Ned repeatedly in the knees while he did, "Get down on your knees! My daddy is right here!""Hal." Yed suddenly spoke, frowning.Hal paused, asking, "What is it, Daddy?" Ned thought Yed was going to stop Hal, only for Yed to snort. "Why are you touching him? He's filth.""Okay…" Hal nodded obediently and stamped heavily on Ned's foot before fleeing to Yed's side, repeatedly sticking his tongue out at Ned.Ned almost snapped right then but ultimatel
Yed leveled a suspicious glare at Ned just then, snapping sharply and bluntly, "Not everyone can get their hands on such a terrible poison, and we all know how affable my father is—no one has a motive other than Ned. Dad was in a room alone with him for over an hour last night. I'm sure he did it at that time!""Do you have evidence?" Lothar asked, shooting Yed a look.He was no fool—Yed was the most ambitious in the family, while Ned was always cowering and never straying out of line.No matter how Lothar thought about it, he was not convinced that Ned would ever go that far.Instead, it was Yed who was the most suspicious."I-I didn't poison Dad," Ned braced himself and argued his case. "Why would I do something like that? Don't try to slander me, Yed…""What, are you talking back to me?!" Yed's eyes flashed dangerously and he strode up toward Ned, ready to beat him up."How dare you snap at Daddy, eunuch!" Hal chimed in."Enough!" Lothar bellowed, his expression icy. "No inf
Lothar finished, "Right now, the priority is to get help for Ciril. I've sent for Abel Loggins from the capital—he'll be here soon."At those words, Yed released Ned's collar while growling, "You're lucky this time!"Ned stumbled backward, his brows knitted in frustration."Oh, you have nothing to worry about," Lothar suddenly said, looking between everyone pointedly. "Ciril is Ascendant rank—once he regains consciousness, who and how he was poisoned would be revealed. He'd know better than anyone. If any of you are present, I will not hold back. This is an attempt on my brother's life, and it entails a summary execution!"Paula's fingers twitched at Lothar's threat, her expression unnatural as she sneaked a look at Yed.Yed nodded at her in turn, assuring her to stay calm since they would never be exposed.After all, they knew better than anyone that Ciril had been poisoned with the Taut Snow Tree. The Taut Snow Tree sounded like a tree, but it was anything but—it was the one
However, Yed saw Ned walking toward their father and taking out a yellow pill, and he promptly bellowed, "What do you think you're doing?!"Before Ned realized what was happening, Yed had leapt up, knocking the pill out of his hand and stamping it into pieces.Naturally, his overreaction caught Abel and Lothar's attention. "What? What's going on here?""Uncle Lothar!" Yed bellowed as he pointed at the remains of the yellow pill. "That bastard was going to feed father some poisoned pill, but I noticed in time and destroyed it!""It's not poison!" Ned retorted loudly to clear the suspicion against him despite his doubts. "It's a pill given to me by Mr. Lawrence! It can stop the poison and keep father alive for another few days!" "Mr. Lawrence who?!" Paula chimed in, shrieking. "The way I see it, you're worried that Mr. Loggins can save Ciril now that he's here, and you want to poison him dead! You're despicable!" "I'm not!" Ned bellowed, wheezing."The proof is right here, and y
Abel was clicking his tongue, impressed. "The recipe for the Yellow Shrive should have been lost in time, only for me to encounter one here, today… The sun has yet to set on traditional Draconia medicine!""Traditional Draconia medicine?" Yed scoffed in obvious contempt.Abel snorted in turn. "Boy, don't think that traditional Draconia medicine loses out to foreign medicine. The only issue is that most of our discipline has been lost in time—otherwise, foreign medicine cannot even hope to catch up to our pride!""No, Mr. Loggins. I'm just curious," Yed groaned. "From the way you said it before, my father's condition was beyond saving, and now you're saying that a simple pill can bring him back to life?""Yes!" Abel exclaimed confidently.With that, they watched as a servant picked up the powdered remains of the Yellow Shrive carefully.However, just as he mixed it with water and was about to feed it to Ciril, Hal whipped out a pebble out of nowhere and threw it squarely at his fa