“What’s wrong Malcolm? Let me see if there’s any improvement.”
“No need.” Malcolm’s voice was icy, emanating a chilling aura that kept people at a distance. Especially his eyes, captivating and few could withstand such a gaze with composure.
But Vincent insisted, his hand ready to reach out and hold Malcolm’s wrist, but Malcolm swiftly turned around, and his hand grasped at thin air.
A hint of gunpowder seemed to linger in the air
The eyes behind Vincent’s gold–rimmed glasses flickered, his lips curved in a seemingly ironic smile.
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“Whats wrong with you. Malcolm? At least let me know the situation. In case there’s a mistake, won’t that make you happy for nothing?”
Grandpa Flynn had no idea that these two brothers had already clashed in secret, and he kept persuading Malcolm.
Malcolm, although Reese’s methods are effective, it’s always good to have another person take a look. In case Vincent comes up with something that can help you recover more quickly, wouldn’t that be better?”
Malcolm stared at Vincent standing beside him, his face expressionless and devoid of any emotion, showing no respect.
“No need, Grandpa. I trust Reese. Vincent has treated me for so long, but my legs didn’t improve. It just shows that Vincent’s medical skills still have room for improvement.”
Vincent shrugged and sneered. ‘Is Malcolm questioning my medical skills now?”
“The facts speak for themselves. You just came back, and you’re definitely tired. Go rest. From now on, Reese will be in charge of my condition.”
Malcolm used a combination of soft and hard persuasion, and Vincent couldn’t find any loopholes.
Even if he wanted to investigate Malcolm’s condition today, it wouldn’t be easy. Malcolm made it clear that he was wary of him, or perhaps that girl named Reese had said something to him.
“That’s fine too. With my sister–in–law here, I feel relieved. Malcolm, rest up. I’m leaving, Vincent finished speaking; he opened the door and left.
He saw a servant and specifically asked, “Where is Mrs. Flynn?”
“I think she went to the backyard.”
Vincent went downstairs and directly headed towards the backyard.
Reese was squatting on the ground, examining if there were any suitable places to plant some herbs. She had initially studied medicinal plants because she found it fascinating. Although the effects were slow, they were beneficial for the body,
The medicines Malcolm had used before had caused significant damage to his body, so
so she wi
wanted to restore the condition of his body.
She didn’t have much to do, so she grew some plants here, which were both fresh and convenient
Suddenly, she felt someone behind her. Her eyes sharpened, and she turned around, only to see Vincent standing behind her. A faint smile adorned his handsome face, and his tall figure was impressive. However, Reese didn’t feel comfortable but instead sensed something hidden in his gaze,
Vincent was Malcolm’s second brother, who had been practicing medicine outside for a long time. So, does that mean he was the one in charge of Malcolm’s Jeg before?
Could it be that the medications she found against him were administered by this man in front of her?
How dare be treat her husband like this? Reeses eyebrows furrowed.
Vincent quickly assessed her from head to toe. He had a refined appearance and a fresh and elegant charm, especially his fair skin, which seemed as if it could almost exude mist.
It seems Malcolm has married such a beautiful wife. Not only are you beautiful, but your medical skills are also superh.”
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The latter sentence was somewhat cryptic, but Reese couldn’t help but understand his meaning.
She remained calm and unchanged in her expression.
apologize for any misunderstanding”
“Tam curious, though. You know so much, even more than someone like me who has studied abroad since childhood. Now, Malcolm doesn’t
even let me treat
