The Revengeful Lord Returns

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

The words went straight back into the doctor's mouth, shame instantly covering his face. His heart drummed.

“You’re…..awake!” Priscilia rushed to her son's side, pulling him tightly against her side. Her voice broke with emotion. “We're happy to see you! Thank God!"

A relieved breath.

Then her gaze went up.

It landed on Kane.

A mixture of shame and embarrassment washed over her face. She felt her face contort with regret.

She rose. And without any word, she dropped to her knees, hands clasped together.

A gasp rippled across the room.

But no one dared utter a word.

"I—I’m….” She stammered, her voice cracking, "Sorry for not believing in you, for doubting what you can do. I sincerely ask for your mercy," she said genuinely, eyes filled with regret. “Forgive me."

Kane had nothing much against her. Every caring and loving mother would always do the same thing she did.

Therefore, he simply said, “Please, stand up."

Priscilia’s gaze remained on him. Disbelief in her eyes.

How could he possibly forgive her like that?

“You mean—-”

She opened her mouth to speak—

“You're not to be blamed for your actions. That shows how caring and loving you are. So, please, get up. I have forgiven you."

Priscilia hesitated. She swallowed hard. "Thank you so much. We owe you for this!”

Then she stood on her feet.

Just as she stood, the doctor arrogantly stepped forward.

He had been reasoning everything all this while. And then he jumped to the conclusion that Liam had only woken up because of his earlier medication, that it was only having an effect now.

"This is madness!” He interrupted, face red. "Everything happening here right now is all because of my earlier medication. I couldn't diagnose the illness, but I applied some medications. And the aftermath is what is taking place now yet all the glory is ascribed to him?” He questioned furiously.

"No, I can't take—-"

As he tried to continue, a resounding slap spread across his face.

Bang!

The impact sent his face turning to another side.

The doctor clutched the place in shock and disbelief.

“Y—you slapped me?” He whispered. His chest tightened.

“And I'll do that over and over again if you don't keep your damn gutter shut!" Priscila fired back.

Her expression darkened. “Who do you think you are even? A licensed doctor who can't diagnose an illness, but is he worthy of being called a medical practitioner?"

She jabbed her finger at him. “Let me tell you this for free; you're fake! Read my lips carefully; FAKE! That's what you are!"

"You know what? Just kneel and apologize to Mr. Kane. Now!” Williams finally spoke after a long time boiling in anger while staring at the doctor.

"Or consider this thing you call ‘hospital’ permanently shut down!"

The doctor's heart sank and his body shook at that unbluffed statement.

“And I want it done now! This minute! No delays!"

The doctor didn't dare to open his mouth to argue.

However, just when he was about to go down on his knees—

“No need,” Kane interfered, his face plastered with a deep contempt. "Don't need a lunatic like him to kneel before me. It's a big humiliation to my personality.”

Boom!

That sentence alone hit harder than Williams’ threat.

The doctor's heart almost exploded.

His fists tightened, chest clenched, blood instantly boiling.

How dare he!

His face turned dark.

However, he couldn't speak.

He hoared his one and thousand replies.

But he felt rage consume him entirely.

Kane observed and sensed everything, but he ignored him totally, letting him swim in humiliation and bitterness, and turned to Williams.

“I’d be leaving now."

He didn't wait. He started to exit. Williams quickly trailed behind him, leaving the rest behind.

Getting outside….

Kane halted in his tracks.

"Tell me, what information do you have?” He asked, not looking at Williams.

Williams stopped too. “Enough to give a clue like I said,” he responded. Then he brought out his phone, scrolling through it to find something.

He finally paused. “Here.” He brought the screen to Kane's face.

"Those responsible for your father's death," Williams started, “are called the Scorpion Princes working under a single individual—the leader of the empire—Scorpion Lord."

Kane stayed quiet, listening.

“With what I have gathered so far, the Scorpion Lord doesn't just send his Princes to kill unless there's something he has in common with the victim."

Kane blinked, expression unreadable. “Does that mean he has something with my father?”

"I'll say, yes.” Williams nodded. "But clueless about what it might be,” he honestly admitted.

Kane bit his lips, staring blankly at nothing.

He didn't talk immediately.

But after some minutes had passed. He inquired. "So, where do these humans stay?”

"In the South.”

Kane continued tilting his head, taking note of every single detail.

"Scorpion Lord. That must be his nickname. Do you know what his real name is? What does he look like?”

Williams shook his head sideways. "I'm sorry, but I don't. For his face? No one has ever seen it. Not even his Princes.”

"Hmm…."

Kane was reluctant.

“Alright, thanks."

Williams hesitated before asking, his voice laced with concern. "So, where are you going from here? Why don't you come to stay at my place at least for a month?”

Kane declined. "No, thanks." He waved it off with his hand. " I don't want to inconvenience you and your wife."

Williams quickly shook his head, wearing a faint smile. “Oh, no. Who says you will? It's just a month. Nothing much. At least, this would be our way of compensating you for saving our son."

Kane refused to consent. "I'm alright, don't worry.”

Williams didn't press further after that.

He hesitated a little while before he reached his pocket and pulled out uncounted, but piled-up bucks.

He stretched them out. “Please, take this." He offered.

Kane tried to reject them at first, but later accepted them.

Pocketing them, he said, “Leaving for my hometown."

With that, he turned and began to walk away.