Chapter 10 I Can Save Yet Also Kill

• The three cars came to a stop before the gates of the Quantrill residence.
• On the heels of that, bodyguards alighted from the cars.
• All of them greeted Osmond respectfully.
• Flora was floored.
• Constance was likewise stunned.
• What's happening here? Who are these people? Bentley and Porsche Panamera are both luxurious cars on the higher end. Besides, all these people are even greeting him deferentially as Mr. Lestrange?
• That astounded both Constance and Flora greatly.
• He's a cripple with both his legs impaired, yet he's acquainted with such wealthy people?
• Even Osmond himself was a touch puzzled.
• Hmm? I don't know anyone in Jadeborough.
• “Mr. Lestrange, I'm Dorian Linnell from Linnell Pharmaceuticals. I came today to invite you to my house for a visit.”
• Subsequently, Dorian alighted from the car and said that to Osmond smilingly.
• Hiss!
• Constance gasped in astonishment.
• The prominence of Linnell Pharmaceuticals in Jadeborough was evident.
• As a direct member of Linnell Pharmaceuticals' board of directors, Dorian possessed an unattainable status.
• At the very least, the Quantrill family was far beneath Linnell Pharmaceuticals at present.
• However, Dorian personally came to invite Osmond to his house.
• But didn't Mom claim a while ago that Dorian said the pill Osmond gifted was poisonous? Why is the man being so courteous to him now?
• Constance couldn't make sense of everything that was happening.
• Meanwhile, Flora flushed bright red as words eluded her.
• Osmond merely cast a look at Dorian without saying anything.
• While the latter was among the wealthy in Jadeborough and enjoyed great eminence, he was still nothing in Osmond's eyes.
• Osmond used to be the top general in the northwest and was conferred the title of Nine-Star Commander at a young age.
• He once had wealth and power at his fingertips.
• “Please don't turn me down, Mr. Lestrange.”
• Dorian was a tad disgruntled upon receiving no response from the man, but still, he remained polite.
• “Osmond, you should accept Mr. Linnell's invitation,” Constance urged after remaining silent for two seconds.
• “If you say so.”
• Osmond nodded slowly. Then, he moved his wheelchair and headed toward Dorian.
• Two bodyguards in black immediately stepped forward and wheeled him carefully.
• “May I know why you're looking for Osmond, Mr. Linnell?”
• Suppressing the apprehension within her, Constance mustered her courage and put forth that question.
• “There's something in which I need Mr. Lestrange's help. Thank you for your assistance, Ms. Quantrill. We will be interacting more with the Quantrill family in the future.”
• Smiling, Dorian made to get back into the car after saying that.
• “His legs are impaired, so you need to take care of him. If there's anything, phone me, and I'll go over,” Constance instructed, again summoning her courage and stepping forward.
• “Don't worry, Ms. Quantrill. We'll definitely take good care of Mr. Lestrange.”
• Dorian flashed her a smile before personally helping Osmond into the car.
• In no time, the three cars sped away.
• Thereafter, Constance slowly turned around and pinned her eyes on Flora.
• “Do you not have anything to say to me, Mom?” she queried calmly, a frown marring her countenance.
• She was no fool, and Dorian's attitude toward Osmond made her realize that Flora might have lied.
• “W-What would I have to say?” Flora countered, her face stained scarlet.
• “If the pill Osmond gifted were really poisonous, would Mr. Linnell treat him with such courtesy?” Constance asked, staring straight at her.
• “How would I know? Who knows, perhaps Linnell Pharmaceuticals has been researching such poison recently!”
• Flora's face flushed bright red, and she started justifying herself nonsensically.
• Shaking her head slightly, Constance headed back into the house.
• “I'll ask him about it again when he returns.”
• After saying that, she walked into her room.
• Flora stomped her feet where she stood, resentment growing within her.
• Perhaps the pill Osmond came up with is really something else. But so what? Can a mere pill compare with the influence of the Zeller family in Jadeborough?
• To her, Kieran was her ideal catch of a son-in-law.
• In the car, Dorian was silent for several seconds before he started, “Mr. Lestrange, I invited you to my house this time because I have a favor to ask of you.”
• He didn't believe that Osmond was a divine physician, but he believed Harold's words.
• Therefore, he wanted to give it a try.
• Osmond said nothing.
• He was taciturn by nature. Only when he was with Constance would he speak a bit more.
• “Mr. Lestrange, you must be quite accomplished in medicine, yes?”
• Dorian was already accustomed to the man's attitude, so he simply gave voice to his question.
• “I know a bit.”
• Pausing briefly, Osmond then nodded.
• “In that case, I implore you for your help, Mr. Lestrange. My father has sought treatment for his intractable disease for three years, but there hasn't been any improvement. I really don't have any other recourse right now,” Dorian beseeched.
• “You said that my pill was poisonous?”
• As Osmond recalled that, the look in his eyes as he regarded the man turned chilly.
• “Huh? I never said that! That pill of yours is definitely a rare, priceless treasure. How could it possibly be poisonous?” Dorian hastily clarified after a moment of stupefaction.
• At that, Osmond nodded slightly.
• He naturally wouldn't lie. Otherwise, he wouldn't have come to invite me to his house. In other words, Flora was the one who lied. Her purpose was, undoubtedly, to kick me out of the house.
• “Please do me this favor, Mr. Lestrange,” Dorian pleaded with clasped hands, observing the man's expression.
• “I'm not interested. If this is the favor you need, just drive me back.”
• Osmond's expression was indifferent. He wasn't at all interested in treating the patriarch of the Linnell family.
• “Uh... Mr. Lestrange, you're a physician, so you can't sit back and do nothing!” Dorian argued, gritting his teeth slightly.
• “What does the life and death of others have to do with me? And why should I help you?”
• Osmond's voice carried a hint of mockery.
• A physician? I'm not merely a physician. I hold silver needles in my left hand and a sword in my right hand. I can save, yet I can also kill.
• “Uh...”
• Dorian was stunned for two seconds before he hurriedly asserted, “Feel free to name your price, Mr. Lestrange.”
• Just when Osmond was about to decline, he abruptly thought of Constance's family's situation at present. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
• Ultimately, I'm indeed part of the reason the Quantrill family became a laughingstock in Jadeborough.
• Besides, he was a person of principle.
• “If possible, lend the Quantrill family a hand,” he murmured with a wave of his hand in consideration of that.
• “Sure!” Dorian immediately vowed.
• Osmond merely nodded without saying anything.
• Dorian wavered for a few seconds, still feeling rather uneasy at heart.
• He didn't even ask me anything, yet he has such great confidence that he can cure my father.
• “You seem very confident, Mr. Lestrange. Why is that?”
• In the end, he still couldn't help putting that question forth.
• “If even I can't cure him, then the Linnell family can make preparations for his funeral.”
• Osmond stared right ahead, his tone calm and unruffled.