The Underestimated Cripple Is A Miracle Doctor

CHAPTER 5

Jason returned to the roadside where he left Lawrence behind.

In his hand was a gold bar he had taken from Michael Norman’s pile of gold. He didn't take it for himself but with Lawrence in mind.

Lawrence straightened nervously as Jason approached. Without a word, Jason held out the gold bar to him.

 “Take it,” Jason said, his voice sounded calm.

Lawrence blinked, his brows drawing together in confusion. His eyes darted from Jason’s expression to the glittering piece of gold.

He hesitated, as though his mind could not process what he was being offered. “M-Master Jason… what is this?” he asked, his voice trembling.

Jason spoke calmly,“It is a bar of gold. Thirty-two ounces. Its value stands at one hundred thousand dollars.”

“Take it. But remember this… everything you saw today, including this gift, not a word leaves your mouth. Not to anyone. Do you understand me, Lawrence?”

The butler froze as the number sank into his mind. One hundred thousand dollars.

His salary was barely two thousand dollars per month, and even that came with deductions and the Robinson family’s endless complaints. He had worked tirelessly in this mansion for years, bowing, scraping, and swallowing insults. Never in his life had he imagined holding something of such immense worth.

Lawrence’s eyes widened, and suddenly his legs gave out under him. He dropped to his knees with a loud thud, clutching the bar of gold with trembling hands. “Master Jason! This… this is too much… I—I don’t deserve it. I don’t…” His voice was filled with emotions.

Jason looked down at him with a light smile. “You deserve it because you have served loyally, and because I trust you. But your loyalty must remain absolute. No one must hear of this.”

Tears pricked at the corners of Lawrence’s eyes. He clutched the gold tightly to his chest as though afraid it would vanish if he let go.

“I swear, Master Jason,” he said fervenly. “I swear on my life. I will never speak of it. Not to anyone, not even if my tongue is cut out. You have my loyalty, my eternal gratitude. I will follow you to the ends of the earth if you command it.”

Jason gave a single nod, almost imperceptible, before walking toward the car. “Good! Now get up… Take me home.”

Lawrence scrambled to his feet, still trembling from the shock.

His hands were shaking so badly he almost dropped the bar, and he quickly hid it.

He hurried to the car, opened the door, and gently assisted Jason inside. Once Jason was settled, Lawrence climbed into the driver’s seat, his heart still pounding.

As they drew closer to the house, Jason heard loud classic music coming from the mansion.

He turned his head slightly towards Lawrence. “Who are the guests my wife’s family is entertaining tonight?”

Lawrence hesitated for a moment before answering carefully. “Master Jason, they didn't give me the privilege to know everything. I believe they are celebrating an achievement tonight. But the details…” He trailed off.

Jason’s became curious. He raised a hand, signaling for Lawrence to stop. “Don’t take me through the balcony door. Go through the front entrance instead. I want to see for myself.”

“Yes, Master Jason,” Lawrence said obediently.

He wheeled Jason around toward the front door, and together they entered the living room.

The moment Jason’s wheelchair rolled past the door threshold, his eyes widened. His heart gave a single, powerful thud.

The sight before him was a mockery of everything he stood for.

There, in the center of the room, stood Olivia, his wife. She had a smile on her face and her cheeks looked flushed.

Before her, kneeling on one knee with a tiny box in his hand, was a tall man around Jason’s age, perhaps twenty-seven. Inside the box sat a diamond ring. Olivia’s mother and sister stood nearby, clapping and cheering loudly.

“Say yes, Olivia! What are you waiting for?” her sister cried joyfully.

“Don’t keep him kneeling! Accept the ring, darling!” her mother urged with excitement.

Jason froze in the wheelchair. For a moment, he was tempted to get up and confront that man who was trying to engage his wife.

But he did not lose control. Instead, his voice exploded across the room from the anger.

“What is the meaning of this?!” He demanded.

The music stopped instantly and the laughter died on people’s lips. All eyes turned toward the man in the wheelchair at the doorway.

Jason’s rage was barely contained.

“I said… What is going on here?!” Jason's voice came again, this time it sounded calmer.

Olivia froze, her smile vanishing as her eyes darted to Jason. Her face became cold instantly. Her family stared at Jason like he was a lunatic.

The man kneeling with the ring slowly rose to his feet.

Jason’s eyes met his face, and he instantly recognized the man.

“Samuel Tennyson,” Jason muttered to himself. He knew the name well.

Samuel, the son of Edward Tennyson, the third-richest businessman in the city. A man whose wealth and influence dwarfed even Peter Robinson, who ranked only at seventh position.

Jason’s gaze turned to his wife. “Olivia… what are you doing? Are you seriously standing there, accepting another man’s proposal while you are married to me? Answer me!”

Her face turned cold as her eyes slowly swept over his crippled legs. “Don’t say another man,” she said coldly. “Because I don’t even consider you a man. You don’t have the right to call yourself that.”

Jason’s chest rose and fell heavily. He opened his mouth to reply, but Olivia’s words cut him off. “Now, listen to me, and listen good!”

 “As if you haven’t humiliated me enough already, crawling into this living room on your wheelchair in front of my guests… now you dare to shout? You dare to question me?”

Peter Robinson’s voice rose angrily from where he was standing behind Olivia.

“Lawrence!” he barked, scanning the room. “Was it you who brought this useless cripple here? We are celebrating Samuel Tennyson’s great achievement tonight, and you thought it wise to drag this… embarrassment into the middle of it? Take him out. Now!”

Lawrence swallowed nervously. “But… sir… it is raining outside.”

Peter’s eyes narrowed at him sternly. His voice was sharp and cold as he spoke. “I didn’t say he should sleep outside, did I? He can wait out there until our guest is finished. That is enough kindness from me. Take him out now.”

Lawrence’s hands shook. His loyalty was split, and now he was confused between the family he served and the man who had just entrusted him with a fortune.

His eyes moved from Peter to Jason nervously.

“I will not go anywhere,” Jason said calmly.

The defiance in his tone shocked Peter Robinson, but before he could respond to it, Samuel Tennyson cut in.

Samuel Tennyson let out a mocking laugh, folding his arms across his chest. “So this is the crippled husband you were worried about, Olivia? The reason you refused to take my ring?”

He shook his head. “When you invited me here to celebrate, I had already planned to propose. And you mean to tell me it was because of… this?” He gestured with irritation towards Jason. “This… thing in a wheelchair that has nothing to offer?”

Olivia’s face softened, her voice suddenly calm, almost pleading. She looked at Samuel with desperation in her eyes. “Samuel, please, you don’t understand. I didn’t reject your ring because of him. I would never… He means nothing to me. The only reason I hesitated is because of that ridiculous clause my grandfather forced me to sign. You know what it states… If I remarry before the contract expires, the court will seize my company. It’s only one year more. Just one year, please…”

Jason's jaw clenched, watching his wife beg another man for a ring in his presence.