Chapter 9 Divine Physician

• “Let go of me!”
• Constance slapped Osmond's palm away, tears escaping her eyes once more.
• “I don't want such a life anymore! I've had enough! No one understands me, and everyone laughs at me! I'm a laughingstock in the whole world's eyes!”
• The emotions that had been buried within her for two years finally burst forth at that moment.
• “Give me some time. All this will change. I can give you everything you want,” Osmond vowed solemnly after several seconds of silence.
• “Let's talk about that when you can stand on your feet again.”
• Wiping her tears, Constance pivoted and ran off into the distance.
• Osmond slowly retracted his gaze and looked at the lake in front of him.
• “I will stand again, and all this will also change.”
• At the same time, in a business club in Jadeborough, Dorian gazed at Harold with a beseeching look in his eyes.
• “Mr. Chaucer, please help to treat my father's illness. Although the Linnell family is a prestigious family in the medical field, we're helpless when we ourselves fall sick. Making matters worse, he's suffering from an intractable disease. As such, we're really at the end of our rope!”
• “Why did you seek me out, Mr. Linnell? There's a divine physician in Jadeborough, yet you didn't seek him out!”
• Harold waved a hand, his voice tinged with a hint of exasperation.
• “A divine physician? In Jadeborough?” Dorian questioned hesitantly, stunned to hear that.
• “Yes! I never expected such a divine physician to exist in a small city like Jadeborough. If I weren't in a hurry to leave because of an urgent matter, I really would have wanted to meet him no matter what.”
• Harold nodded firmly, his tone resolute.
• “Who is it? Who's the divine physician?” Dorian inquired, swiftly straightening in his seat.
• “It's the person who concocted this pill.”
• Harold slowly took out a small wooden box, in which lay the crushed pill.
• “Well... You might not know this, Mr. Chaucer, but the Quantrill family came across a dimwit somewhere or other two years ago. Rumor has it that he's engaged to be married to the daughter of the Quantrill family, Constance Quantrill, so he's been staying at the Quantrill residence. This pill is from him. Could he... be some divine physician?”
• Verily, Dorian couldn't quite believe that a wheelchair-bound dimwit could be a divine physician.
• “Do you know what this pill represents, then? Even if he's not a divine physician, he definitely has close ties to one. Few people in this world are capable of concocting such an incredible pill. I've said all there is to be said, so consider it yourself, Mr. Linnell!”
• After saying that, Harold stood up and took his leave right away.
• Dorian was silent for a long time. In the end, he still made a call and went out.
• “Get the car ready. I'm going to the Quantrill residence.”
• Ultimately, he still wanted to try his luck.
• Having sat by Jadeborough Lake for a long time, Osmond got his wheelchair moving and headed home alone.
• It was only a few hundred meters away from Constance's house, after all.
• That was also precisely why Constance dared to leave him there alone.
• “You've taken care of him for two years! In every way, you've already done enough!”
• Just as Osmond reached the courtyard door, he heard Flora's voice drifting out from within.
• “I know.”
• Following that, Constance's voice, which carried a hint of obstinacy, rang out.
• “What do you know? Why didn't you leave him if that's the case? Let me tell you that I'll never accept a cripple as a son-in-law in this lifetime! What's more, he's a cripple with nothing to his name!” Flora roared, sticking a hand on her hip.
• “I'm not intent on marrying him. I simply want to take care of him. Even if he weren't engaged to be married to me, he still sustained his injuries while defending the country. On that basis alone, I should take care of him.”
• Constance's tone was exceedingly firm.
• She then continued, “His legs are now immobilized, so he doesn't have the ability to take care of himself. Aren't you consigning him to death by asking me to kick him out? I'll never agree to that!”
• She clenched her jaw hard, refusing to give in to Flora's demand.
• “That's not up to you! This is the wish of the entire Quantrill family, including Old Mrs. Quantrill. He has been eating and living in the Quantrill residence for two years. We don't need him to pay us back in any way, but since he's no longer a dimwit now, he must leave immediately! The Quantrill family has supported him for two years, yet he sent such a piece of trash over and embarrassed me thoroughly. It'd be far better had he not prepared any gift!”
• Flora's rage swelled as she spoke, and her voice increased in volume.
• “I don't want to fight with you! He's still out there, so I'm going to pick him up.”
• Constance was silent for a moment before she headed toward the door.
• The instant the door swung open, Constance and Osmond's eyes met.
• “You're back?” Constance was promptly startled.
• Osmond perceptively noticed that she breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing him.
• She has been worried about me.
• “You've still got the cheek to come back, dimwit? Do you know that the pill you gifted was poisonous? The owner of Linnell Pharmaceuticals, Mr. Linnell, is from a prestigious family in the medical field, and he could tell with a single look that it was poisonous!” Flora lambasted, thrusting a finger in Osmond's face while propping her other hand on her hip.
• Osmond threw a look at her and stated placidly, “Then, it only proves that he is also ignorant of its worth.”
• Conversely, Constance was staggered to hear that, for she was naturally aware of the fame of Linnell Pharmaceuticals in Jadeborough.
• If even Dorian Linnell said that it was poisonous, then it must be true!
• “How could you do such a thing, Osmond?”
• Her lovely eyes were filled with shock and disappointment.
• “I did no such thing.”
• Osmond's brows knitted together.
• “Hmph! He has ulterior motives. Who knows, he might even poison me in the future. It's better to kick him out as soon as possible!”
• Flora snorted, going as far as twisting the truth and making up lies to chase the man away.
• “Linnell Pharmaceuticals' judgment can't be wrong. You really disappoint me, Osmond. Even if Grandma is in the wrong, you can't do such a thing. J-Just leave!”
• After saying that, Constance gritted her teeth and spun around.
• “You're kicking me out?” Osmond asked with a soft sigh, his eyes trained on her.
• “What you've done broke my heart,” Constance enunciated through gritted teeth with her back facing the man.
• Flora, on the other hand, said nothing further. She merely regarded Osmond with smugness written all over her face.
• Finally, I can get rid of this dimwit!
• “Do you know I'm only staying in Jadeborough because of you? If I leave, I might never come back again,” Osmond uttered solemnly without taking his gaze off her.
• “Leave! Just leave!”
• Constance had her back to him, trembling incessantly.
• After two years of living under the same roof, she still developed some feelings for him though he was merely a dimwit.
• Yet, he actually wanted to poison my grandmother. I'll never be able to forgive him for that!
• Honk! Honk!
• At that precise moment, honks from two cars sounded in the distance.
• A white Bentley came into sight, followed by two Porsche Panameras.
• The three luxurious cars sped right over to the Quantrill residence.
• Click!
• The car doors swung open, and a dozen bodyguards in black stepped out of the cars in unison.
• “We came especially to extend you an invitation, Mr. Lestrange!”