My Useless Ex-husband is Secretly A Medical Genius

1. Live-in Son-in-law of the Pratt Family

CHAPTER ONE

In a dimly lit room, a woman in her early fifties, sat across the bed. Quietly skimming through her until a soft knock was heard. 

“Come in!” Without taking her eyes from the phone, she answered. 

A young man walked into the room, with a bowl of water on his hands. 

It was none other than Killian Holland. The live-in son-in-law of the Pratt family. 

"Here is it!" Killian dropped the bowl of water in front of his mother-in-law, Isabella Pratt. 

Isabella Pratt, his mother-in-law, had requested for a bowl of water to wash her feet. It's a thing she does on a daily basis. 

She had always requested for a bowl of water in the midnight. It has been her routine, while keeping Killian awake through the midnight. 

He dare not complain about it. But today, everything is about to change. 

She glanced at him in disdain, and nodded her head in response. Without looking at the bowl, she dipped her hand into the hot water. 

An agonizing tone filled the room, the water had burnt her hand. Glaring contemptuously at Killian, she yelled at the top of her voice. 

"You scoundrel! What have you done? You just burnt my hand, why are you so filial?" Shooting him a deadly glance, she demanded.

The rage she felt in her system couldn't be measured. She was really pissed at him. 

Killian, on the other hand, didn't bother to say anything, he stood at her front calmly. His face was emotionless as he stared at his wristwatch. 

It was 12:00 in the midnight, another day to begin with. 

He has completed his task, and he is ready to leave. Three years ago, he had made a promise to help the Pratt Family to skyrock in the business world.

Now, the Pratt Family are known around the city as they had become the tier -2  Family, saving them from bankruptcy. 

He had really fulfilled his promise, and it's time to leave. 

His Mother-in-law, Isabella Pratt was furious seeing him standing there and saying nothing. 

She blew up her top, "What are you doing there? Won't you talk, useless boy?" She yelled at the top of her voice. 

Still, Killian didn't move from where he was or bother to say a word. He was just looking at her with no emotions on his face. 

Due to this action, Isabella Pratt's anger raised twice as before, she kicked the bowl full of hot water to him. 

"You idiot! How can you be rude to me? Don't you have manners!"  She gritted her teeth angrily. 

Swiftly, Killian avoided the splash, and gave his Mother-in-law a hard glare then walked out of the room without uttering a single word. 

 Isabella became even angrier. How could he walk out of her like that?  She shouted at the top of her lungs, "Stop there, Killian! How dare you walk out on me? You are becoming so fill of yourself, right?" 

She got up from the bed, and went  up to Killian, who had stopped at the entrance while she rained some irate words on him. 

"How ungrateful you are, Killian? The Pratt Family had been the one feeding you for the past three years and a place to live, and all you could do is to be rude to us! 

My daughter was given to you to marry, and all you could do is to disrespect me! Who should have been praising the Pratt Family if not for you? Yet, you seem ungrateful. 

Killian, if care is taken, and you continue to act like this, I'm going to make sure my daughter divorce you! 

What am I even saying? She will be divorcing you very soon, you ungrateful being." Her words came out as a threat but Killian didn't care about it. 

He is getting a out of here today, so why should he care?

Killian ignored her, and tried to leave but he was dragged back by Isabella Pratt. She was visibly fuming as she watched Killian ignored her. 

She seethed angrily, "Where did you think you were going? My words don't have a response, right? Aren't you the one I'm talking to, you worthless brat?" 

Seeing Killian was keen on ignoring her, she picked the flower vase behind her, and attempted to hit it on his head. 

Alerted to the danger, Killian quickly avoided it, and stepped aside. Due to the heavy vase, Isabella Pratt lost her composure, and slipped down the stairs while the flower vase fell down her hand and broke during the process. 

Killian watched as his Mother-in-law, Isabella Pratt rolled down the stairs while still having no emotions on his face. 

An agonizing cries filled the room, Isabella Pratt had fractured her bones, and grunting in pain. 

Killian just stared at her in silence, he didn't bother to help her up to her feet as he watched her scream in agony. 

"You bastard! What are you waiting for? Won't you help me to my feet? Can you see me in pain? I will call my daughter and ask her to divorce you! You are of no use to the family! An ungrateful son-in-law like you shouldn't be accommodated anymore." She yelled angrily at him. 

Only then did Killian scoff, and nodded his head disdainfully. He could see how unreasonable his Mother-in-law was. 

He was trying to move into his room when the front door opened, revealing a lady and a man.  

The Young lady was his wife, Cecilia Pratt. 

Her once brightened face was covered with scowls, the excitement in her voice abruptly turned in to worry. 

Seeing her Mother on the ground, she rushed towards her. Quickly, she demanded, "What happened, Mother? Why are you on the floor?" Her voice was hinted with worries, and fear. 

Seeing how worried her daughter looked, Isabella Pratt pretended to be in serious pain and cried loudly.  

"Could I have fallen just like that? Your ungrateful husband hit and pushed me down the stairs. He even threatened to kill me if I mentioned it to you!" She muttered, faking tears out of her eyes. 

Cecilia  raised her head up to glance at Killian in an angry way.  She ran up to him, and raised her hand up to slap Killian on the face.  

"Don't you dare!" Killian held her hand up in the air, and slightly pushed her away from him. 

Before Cecilia  could speak, Isabella Pratt had chimed in angrily, "Can you see how rude and animalistic your ungrateful husband is? We had given him a place to lay his head on, and a free meal everyday but see how ungrateful he is, and not only that, he dared hit me! How rude?" 

Furiously, Cecilia muttered with her eyes burning with fury, "What have you done, Killian? Is this how you treat my mother whenever you guys are alone in the house? You have been maltreating my mother all this while. No matter how angry you are, you shouldn't have hit her. What gall, Killian?" 

Cecilia Pratt is the eldest daughter of the Pratt Family.  Despite how beautiful and pretty she looked, she had a rude and arrogant attitude. She was the CEO of the Pratt Group of companies. 

Killian sneered angrily, "Don't you judge me before knowing what happened! I didn't committ any offence." His voice was laced with contempt, and rage. 

Cecilia  snapped in fury, "What nonsense are you sputtering out of your mouth? Will my mother be lying about you pushing her? Why have you pushed my mother? I need an explanation from you! What has my mother done to you to deserve this type of treatment??" 

Killian sneered once again, "You really want to know the truth about everything, right? Why don't you check the surveillance cameras, and your questions will be answered? I don't want to have any argument with you!"His voice was a little bit rising. 

With that, he climbed the stairs, and walked into his room. 

"Can you see what I'm saying, Cecilia? Your husband is rude and at the same time ungrateful for the things we've done for him in the house. You need to divorce him as soon as possible. He ain't the perfect husband you are looking for!" 

Hearing what Isabella Pratt had said, Killian scoffed ingratiatingly.  In the past three years, he was treated like a servant. Cleaning and cooking for the whole family every day, yet they see him as an ungrateful and useless son-in-law or husband. 

He opened up the drawer, and brought out a Bellingham parcel. Inside the Bellingham Parcel, there was a stack of papers in it. Killian pulled the papers out, and glanced at it then before walking out of the room. 

The moment he closed the door behind him, he could see Cecilia  standing in front of his entrance while she glared at him contemptuously. 

Cecilia began to speak, "I have checked the surveillance cameras, and I saw how everything had happened. My Mother was trying to hit the flower vase on you, and you tried to avoid it which led to her fall. 

Shouldn't you allow her to hit you instead of avoiding the hit? You are so despicable and disrespectful, Killian! Shouldn't you have prevented her from falling? She is an old woman, and hitting you with a vase wouldn't have caused you any harm." She spewed out angrily, while glaring at him in contempt. 

Killian was dumbfounded. He couldn't mutter any words out of his mouth, as he stared at his wife in awe. 

He never believed his wife to be as unreasonable as her mother. How could you suggest I shouldn't have avoided Isabella Pratt's hit? What if he got hit in the delicate part and slumped to death? What would happen to him? Would she have called him a brave or foolish man? 

He nodded his head silently, he already knew them to be selfish, and unworthy. He pulled out the stack of papers  and handed them over to Cecilia . 

"I have put in my signature. It remains yours! So, can you sign the paper?" He mumbled, while Cecilia  hesitated before collecting the paper from him. 

"What is this?" Cecilia  asked, curious to know what's going on. 

"Why don't you check the papers?" Killian snorted, and stared keenly at her. 

 The moment Cecilia  took a look at the paper, she shouted. "What? A Divorce Paper?"