Chapter: 42
“Don’t you all know how to do your jobs? You can’t even treat such a light injury?” Trevor yelled, grabbing the doctor by the collar of his shirt.
“We’ve tried everything we could, sir, but I’m afraid the injury is just too severe. Preserving his life was no easy task either,” the doctor replied with a tinge of exasperation.
The doctor had never encountered something so tragic–the patient’s genitals had been reduced to a pile of mush. If he hadn’t arrived at the hospital in time, he might have even lost his life.
“You’re useless! Get out of my sight!” Trevor, whose expression was frighteningly thunderous, bellowed as he shoved the doctor aside.
If the best doctors at the district hospital couldn’t do anything, then his son really was invalid.
“Talk! What the hell happened!” Trevor abruptly turned and demanded angrily from the bodyguards who stood behind him.
“Edward was fine, why has he been beaten to a pulp!”
“Sir Spanner, he…” One of the bodyguards mustered up the courage to summarize what had happened.
Trevor’s temper immediately flared once he finished listening, and he raised his hand and brutally slapped the bodyguard across the face.
“Useless pieces of shit! What’s the point in hiring all of you if you can’t even defeat one man!” Trevor roared out.
However, his rage didn’t subside at all, so he slapped each of them multiple times.
The bodyguards lowered their heads, not daring to speak.
“Why are you still standing there? Go gather more men and bring that punk to me! I don’t care who he is. I’m going to cut him into pieces for daring to harm my son!”
Trevor’s forces began mobilizing with his one order.
It would appear that a turbulent storm was rapidly brewing…
The next morning, in the most luxurious private room at Mirage.
“Mr. Rhys, thank you for protecting me. Here is the canscora you wanted. Please take a look.”
Natasha put an exquisite wooden box on the table before pushing it forward.
“Huh?”
Dustin opened the box and saw a blood–red canscora in it.
The herb was crooked, like a dragon’s tooth. It had an interesting appearance.
He gently sniffed it, and its unique stench filled his nose.
“It is really a canscora! Thank you, Ms. Harmon!”
Dustin’s face lit up. He had been searching for various rare herbs all these years. Finally, he found another one.
There were still five herbs left. If he could collect the remaining five herbs, there would be hope!