“What?!”
The Turnbulls were bewildered after Abel passed Frank’s message.
Glen’s third brother, Zac Turnbull, appeared at a loss. “You said your mentor’s last name was Lawrence? But we don’t know any healer by that last name, let alone one residing in Morhen…”
“Either way, we must come up with something. Father’s illness is serious,” Glen said solemnly. “Ask around. Find out if anyone in the family knows a healer named Lawrence… By the way, Mr. Loggins, would you happen to know your mentor’s full name?”
“Frank Lawrence,” Abel answered truthfully.
“Alright, go ask around about Frank Lawrence—wait, Frank Lawrence?!” Glen caught himself in realization and turned in disbelief towards Abel. “Could he be a young man from Riverton?”
Abel nodded. “I don’t know if he’s from Riverton… but he is young.”
“What?! Are you talking about Frank Lawrence?!” Yonca Wells, who was seated beside Glen sprang to her feet as if stung. “Absolutely not! I won’t agree to this—if we asked his help, he’d definitely exploit us instead of actually treating Mr. Turnbull!”
Glen sighed at her vehement protest.
“Well, it is troublesome if it’s the same man,” he told Abel. “He’s… a person who shouldn’t be around Turnbull House at this time. Vicky would change her mind if she sees him, given her temperament.”
“Then what? Are we supposed to just let father die?” Zac appeared despondent.
Not mentioning Frank’s name was an unspoken rule in Turnbull House at this point.
After all, it took much persuading to strongarm Vicky into picking up her engagement with Titus Lionheart again, which would be complete days later during their family’s annual dinner.
They certainly knew how things were between Vicky and Frank—they were not about to mess that up now!
“What happened when I told you to pay him off?” Glen turned toward Yonca just then.
She snorted and turned away grumpily, immediately infuriated by the memory. “That brat doesn’t know his place! He tore up the check, even attacking and hurting our bodyguards. The way I see it, he’s just some savage from the boonies and no healer. He’s a nutjob through and through!”
Abel scowled at Yonca’s words—if his mentor was a nutjob, what did that make him?!
“So that’s why Mr. Lawrence doesn’t care about them.” Abel snorted in realization and turned to leave. “If you can’t show my mentor any respect, there’s no point in me staying. Take care.”
Zac quickly stopped him. “Please, Mr. Loggins. Is there no other way to help my father? You don’t have to worry about money—”
“I told you,” Abel growled coolly, “I can’t even diagnose the problem, let alone help. You should do as my mentor said, and go to him if you want your father to live. Take care now.”
The Turnbulls were all left scowling as they watched Abel storm off.
Abel was the leading healer in Morhen, and that just might be the only way to save George.
Amid the silence, Glen sighed and stood up. “Oh, well.”
