Timothy's words echoed in the room. Then, he shrugged and added, "If you don't believe me, go ahead and insert the needles. Within two hours, Mr. Jefferson Senior's condition will worsen."Nash's hand froze, and his expression turned extremely grim. He had been treating patients in Lormford City for many years. Due to his outstanding medical skills, people regarded him as a genius doctor.For many years, he was highly respected wherever he went. But today, someone dared to criticize him, and to top it off, the one criticizing him was a young man!Nash's expression soured immediately, and he berated, "Who is this young man? How dare he question me? This is ridiculous!"Cassian felt offended. By saying that Nash was wrong, Timothy was implying that the person he had brought was useless.He glared at Timothy. In an unfriendly tone, he asked, "Do you know who you are talking to? This is Dr. Luther, the genius doctor! How dare you question him? Who do you think you are?"Timothy shrug
A wave of terror washed over them all.Nash's face registered shock as he hurriedly pulled out silver needles and stuck them into Arlo. But instead of showing signs of improvement, Arlo began convulsing even more violently.Patrick anxiously shouted, "Dr. Luther, what's happening?"Nash was drenched in sweat as he tried several more times, but nothing seemed to work. Panic started to set in. If he failed to save Arlo, the Jeffersons might end him.With trembling lips and a pale face, he stammered, "I… I don't know. This shouldn't be happening!"Mavis was utterly shocked. She hadn't anticipated such a sudden turn of events.Suddenly, she remembered what Timothy had said earlier, and her face fell. He had been right all along! Could he really be an expert?Patrick shared the same realization and exclaimed, "Mav! Go and get Timothy back here! Hurry!"Snapping back to reality, Mavis bit her lip and rushed out without looking back.Meanwhile, the others exchanged bewildered glances
Arlo chuckled, a glint of nostalgia in his eyes. "I've seen you before, but you haven't seen me. Three years ago, I visited your mentor in the mountains and caught a glimpse of you from afar."It was then that your mentor and I arranged a marriage for you and Mavis. Having a man like you become a part of us is a great blessing for our family."Mavis bit her lip, wanting to say something but holding back. The Jefferson family members exchanged looks of surprise, wondering why Arlo was speaking so highly of Timothy.Timothy grinned. "You're flattering me, Mr. Jefferson Senior. I'm just an ordinary man. There's no need to put me on a pedestal."Arlo laughed heartily. "An apprentice chosen by the revered Mr. Franklin is no ordinary man. Mr. Yeager, there's no need for modesty."Hearing this, the expressions of the other Jeffersons changed again.Mr. Yeager?Then, Arlo turned to Mavis, smiling warmly. "Mavis, marrying Mr. Yeager is a great fortune for you. Let's make it public that t
"Timothy, you jerk! Get your mind out of the gutter!" Mavis' face flushed with anger as she caught onto the implication in Timothy's words.Timothy chuckled. "Just messing with you. We've already—"Mavis stared daggers at him.Timothy scratched his head awkwardly and said, "Alright, alright, I was just kidding. I'll stop."Mavis threw him an indifferent glance and exited the car, heading toward the nearby café. Timothy reluctantly followed her.The café was serene, with a few patrons scattered about. Soft melodies played in the background, and the air was filled with the subtle aroma of coffee.They found a seat, and a waitress, Victoria Smith, approached them with a menu, smiling warmly."What can I get for you two?"Timothy took the menu, crossed his legs, and muttered as he flipped through it, "What kind of coffee do you sell? Is it any good? Why is it so expensive?"Victoria's smile wavered slightly. "Sir, our coffee is handcrafted and freshly ground, which is why the pri
Mavis gave Timothy a puzzled look and thought for a moment before replying, "I think it was last year that Uncle Hugh had it installed. Why do you ask?"Timothy's eyes narrowed. So it was Hugh? That would explain it.After all, the family politics among the wealthy were always complicated. But Timothy didn't plan on revealing his thoughts to Mavis just yet. He smiled and said, "No reason. Just thought it looked nice."Mavis remained skeptical but didn't press further. After a moment, she asked, "By the way, you mentioned that my grandfather was poisoned. If you can identify the toxin, you must know its origin too. Where did it come from?""That poison is common along the northern border. Ask your grandfather if he's ever been there. If not, then someone close to him must have poisoned him," Timothy explained."What?" Mavis was horrified. "Someone close to him?""That's right," Timothy said seriously. "Also, don't make a big deal out of this when you get back. Ask him privately."
The house was a complete mess, with evidence of a recent intrusion. Broken dishes were scattered everywhere, and the tables, chairs, and other furniture had been smashed to pieces.A note was stuck to the wall, which Timothy snatched to read. His eyes began to fill with fury. The note contained a brief message. "We have your parents. Come to Valiant Hall if you want to save them."Timothy's veins bulged, and the note crumbled to dust in his hand. "Valiant Hall? I'll fucking ruin you! What a bunch of clowns. Do they really think I'm a pushover?"Timothy left the courtyard without looking back, his fists clenched tightly.…On the other side of Lormford City, at a seaside manor belonging to the Barton family, the entire family had gathered in a mansion located at the center of the manor.Isabelle's face was still swollen from the slaps, and the marks were still visible. Her parents, Serena Lewis and Lawrence Barton, looked at her with deep concern.Serena gently caressed Isabelle'
With each step Timothy took, he could hear the sound of approaching footsteps. He smirked, completely unfazed.After walking several dozen steps, he found himself in a vast open area. When he reached the center, a gust of wind swept through, carrying a single falling leaf.The air grew tense with a hint of impending violence.Timothy kept his hands in his pockets, his head slightly lowered as he kicked a small stone on the ground. Speaking as if to himself but with a clear intention, he said, "Come out."The moment he finished speaking, the sound of footsteps surrounded him. Dozens of men in black emerged from the shadows, each exuding menacing air with a deadly look in their eyes.The leader, sporting dreadlocks and a tattoo covering half his face, eyed Timothy with a mixture of amusement and menace."It's been a while since anyone dared to cause trouble in my territory. Do you know what happens to those who do?"Timothy took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag. "Wher
A fist flew toward Timothy from the side, but without even glancing at it, he casually caught the attacker's wrist and twisted his arm.Then, with a swift kick to the chest, Timothy broke his ribs and sent him flying several feet away.Timothy's movements gradually slowed. He walked through the crowd as if he were strolling, while the actions of those around him seemed to be happening in slow motion.With each punch and kick, more bodies crumpled to the ground. The once chaotic scene grew quieter as the space was filled with unconscious men.Delivering a final punch, Timothy sent the last opponent sprawling. Silence fell. Only two men remained standing—Timothy and Damien.Damien's face was ashen as he quivered uncontrollably. He swallowed hard, staring at Timothy's back, and stammered, "Who… Who are you?"Timothy stretched his neck, and the next second, he was right in front of Damien. His hand shot out, gripping Damien's throat."Tell me where my parents are. I don't want to ki