Chapter 1000
As Matis put down the fruit basket he brought and frowned, Nash remained silent.
“It’s…”
Eventually, he sighed without mentioning a name. “Just forget it. We can’t afford to mess with them.”
“Now, now. You’re underestimating Matis, Nash!” a shrill voice spoke outside the door.
Soon, a middle-aged woman dressed in yellow who sported permed hair and excessive makeup strode in, clicking her tongue.
She was Mel Gunnar, Nash’s sister-in-law.
“How terrible… What did you do to deserve this, Nash?” she exclaimed before turning to flash a proud smile at Matis. “But don’t worry-with my son around, he’ll find justice for you, whoever it was!”
“Exactly.” Matis nodded. “Just tell us who it is. I’ll definitely help you!”
“You really don’t have to.” Nash shook his head, not inclined to involve them and finding Mel’s voice too shrill for his liking.
“Just tell us, Dad! Who did this to you? Was it my fault?” Kat pressed, clearly blaming himself for her father’s injury since she believed Soren Lionheart was responsible.
“Oh, fine…”
Nash sighed, unable to withstand his daughter’s pestering. “There’s a little misunderstanding when I delivered medicine for Mr. Lawrence. Don’t worry, Kat-it’s not your fault.”
“Master Lawrence?” Kat did a double take, surprised that Frank had something to do with his father’s injury.
“Mr. Lawrence? Who’s that, Kat?” Matis asked, frowning.
“He’s a guest lodging at our cottage, my mentor, and—”
Kat happened to spot Frank entering just then and pointed at him. “There he is.”
“What are you doing here, Kat?”
Frank was surprised Kat found out about Nash’s injury, and he felt guilty and helpless at once he was not keeping his hands clean now. “Mr. Lawrence, was it?”
Matis suddenly stood in Frank’s way, leveling a hostile glare at him. “You’re the reason my uncle was hurt? Who are you?”
“Hmm?”
Frank glanced quizzically between Matis and Mel, and then at Kat.
“That’s my cousin Matis, and my Aunt Mel.”
“Oh, your relatives?” Frank nodded.
He did not want trouble, and held out a hand to Matis, saying lightly, “My name is Frank Lawrence. I’m lodging at your uncle’s for work. How do you do?”
“I’m not feeling so good,” Matis snapped, slapping Frank’s hand away and seizing him by the collar, his faces inches away from Frank’s as he growled icily, “You’d best tell me who hurt my uncle, or you’re not leaving this room!”
“What are you doing, Matis?!”
Kat would have asked Frank himself, but she was upset to see her cousin vent his anger on Frank.
However, before she could reach them, Mel caught her while leveling Frank a look of suspicious disdain, “What happened here? Why would you let some suspicious character like him stay in your cottage? Do you need money?”
