2025-01-06 02:36:10“This is the consequence you’ll face if you dare act so disrespectfully and insult me!” Samuel’s lips curled into a sly smile, and his eyes gleamed with excitement. Wasn’t making someone suffer for the rest of their life the best form of revenge?
“Old man, can’t you see?” Marc looked at Samuel lazily. “Wesley is awake, so stop your nonsense.” “Awake, you say? Hahaha! Don’t call me a doctor if I’m wrong! This old man will never open his eyes again!” Samuel, too eager to destroy the young man before him, paid no attention to anything else. At the same time, everyone else in the room turned their gazes in the same direction. “Say what you want. But I’ll give you one last chance to end this now.” Marc wasn’t the type to hold grudges. Since he didn’t recall any animosity between himself and the doctor, he chose to forget their previous bet. “You fool!” Samuel spat, glaring at Marc with disdain. Without waiting for a response, he nodded toward Violet, signaling the young woman to summon her bodyguards to take Marc down. But before she could speak, a voice shook the room. “Marc... Is that you, Marc?” When everyone turned toward the hoarse and weak voice, they were struck silent, nearly speechless. On the bed, the elderly man slowly opened his eyes, though still weak. What was even more shocking, however, was that his gaze was fixed on Marc. “What?” Samuel rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands. He even slapped his cheeks, as though trying to wake himself from a dream. “I can’t believe this! This can’t be real!” In all his life, he had never seen anything so miraculous. A man who had been in a coma for nearly a month, suffering from terminal cancer, suddenly awake. Who would believe that this was the result of some idiot's strange methods? “Fa-father…” “Grandpa…” After a few seconds of stunned silence, Cora and Violet snapped out of their shock. They both rushed toward Wesley, but the elderly man immediately raised his hand to stop them. “Marc, I… I want to apologize to you.” The patriarch’s face now appeared much healthier, looking far better than before. However, a clear aura of sadness and regret lingered. “Rest, Mr. Richmond. Once you’ve recovered, we’ll have plenty of time to share a cup of tea.” More than out of respect for the patriarch, Marc addressed him formally because he wanted to keep a distance. He held no grudges or ill will, but neither did he share any closeness with the old man. Marc turned to leave, but this time he didn’t rush out. “Make good on your word!” Marc’s voice was cold, but his gaze was sharp. He didn’t want to make trouble with anyone, but he also refused to be looked down upon. Marc’s words snapped Samuel out of his daze. “Huh, don’t get too proud just yet—I still have something to do.” The doctor had to convince himself that what he was seeing wasn’t some kind of magic or illusion. So he asked Wesley for permission to scan his body. When the patriarch nodded, Samuel ordered his assistant to bring the portable PET scan machine—the most advanced cancer cell detection tool—over to Wesley’s chest. A few moments later, the assistant nodded. “His condition is excellent. His life expectancy has drastically increased.” “No way!” Samuel could only gape in disbelief. So did everyone present. On one hand, they didn’t want to believe Marc. But on the other, wasn’t the evidence clear and irrefutable before their very eyes? Still unsatisfied, Samuel moved to the screen to read the data. That’s when his brow furrowed, as though he were seeing something utterly bizarre. Hesitantly, he repeated the procedure. At that moment, his eyes widened in shock. “This can’t be! This is truly impossible!” If this equipment weren’t regarded as the best in the medical world, he might never have believed what he was seeing. Not only had the patriarch fully recovered, but the cancer cells in his lungs were also completely gone. “Do you still remember what you agreed to?” Marc sneered. “Come on, don’t waste my time. What are you waiting for?” “You…” Samuel was at a loss for words. Of course, he remembered his bet with Marc, but how could someone with such high status like him bow to a foolish young man? “Marc, don’t overstep your bounds! You might not know who Dr. Dixon is, but he’s not someone you can treat so lightly!” Violet clenched her fists, visibly upset by Marc’s arrogance. “That’s none of my business. Old man, if you don’t do it, I’ll make you do it.” Marc’s gaze pinned Samuel to the spot. At that moment, the doctor felt as if Marc’s eyes could strip his very soul away. A second later, the doctor did something he had never done before. “I was wrong. I apologize to you,” Samuel said, bowing his head to Marc. Marc just grinned. Without saying another word, he turned and walked out of the room. As Samuel raised his head and watched Marc’s back as he walked away, he couldn’t help but feel like he was seeing a completely different person. *** “Mr. Belmont, wait.” Hendrix hurried to catch up with Marc. “Madam Richmond asked me to give this to you.” With a bow, the butler extended a black bank card with both hands. “The amount is ten million dollars. She said that…” Hendrix hesitated before continuing. Marc said nothing, simply taking the card and sliding it into his pocket. “That’s right. They no longer owe me anything.” Marc understood that Cora had given him the money not because she respected him, but because the Richmond family never owed anyone anything—especially not a foster son they despised. By accepting the money, Marc also made it clear that he had no intention of maintaining any ties with them. “Sir, please allow me to escort you back to Kilhill.” Marc shook his head. “Forget it. I’ll go on my own.” Besides, he wasn’t planning to return to the clinic anyway. “If that’s the case, is there anything else I can do for you?” Hendrix asked earnestly. His attitude had completely changed from when they first met. He had witnessed the young man’s incredible abilities once again. Now, there was no reason for him not to offer the utmost respect to the young man. Marc almost turned down the offer but then furrowed his brow. “Oh, I almost forgot. Can you do something for me?”
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