“Haha…”
Glen chuckled faintly and affably. “We are one of the Four Families of Morhen, after all. We’ll spare no expense.”
“Really? I don’t see it.” Frank sneered in turn.
“That’s Frank Lawrence?”
Another group barged in the front gates just then, and it was none other than Zac himself leading them.
“I told you not to come.” Glen frowned at him, then at Frida beside himself. “You told him about this place, didn’t you?”
“I…”
Frida wanted to argue, but bigwigs like them were not that easily tricked.
She hung her head, admitting to her fault in silence.
On the other hand, Zac glanced at Frank. “Hah! So that’s the mentor Abel Loggins spoke of? He’s so young…”
Turning suspiciously toward Frida, he asked, “You’re not lying to us, are you?”
“I’m not.” Frida shook her head gingerly. “Mr. Lawrence… is unmatched in medicine.”
“Hmph. Kid.” Zac strode up at Frank, escorted by a large group of Turnbull family bodyguards with one Ascendant rank among them. “I don’t care what your schtick is—you’re coming with us to treat my father, and I’ll cripple you if you fail!”
Glen snapped at him as soon as he finished. “Watch your mouth, Zac! Is this how you speak to a healer?!”
Zac clicked his tongue—being only in his forties, he was clearly more self-important than his brother.
Pointing at Frank and snorting doubtfully, he argued, “We don’t even know if he can help Father yet. And he’ll think less of us if we don’t show him who’s boss.”
“Exactly!” Yonca exclaimed as she strode in, clearly having followed Zac here.
A pompous rich wife as ever, she was glaring coldly at Frank. “We haven’t even punished you for hurting our bodyguards yet! Now come quietly and help Mr. Turnbull, and we just might forget your indiscretion and reward you for it. But if you fail…”
Yonca trailed off, but the threat in her glare was clear.
However, Glen could see Frank glower visibly. He promptly wheeled on Zac and the others as he bellowed, “Am I not the head of the family, or do none of you care?! Get the hell out of here and don’t come back!”
“D-Did you just snap at me?! For that insolent wretch?!” Yonca shrieked in shock. “I-I told Zac to come because I was worried! All I do is for you, and you snapped at me?!”
Glen ignored her as he kept glaring at Zac. “Get out, and bring that fishwife with you!”
“But…”
“Out!!!” Glen bellowed again.
“Okay,” Zac replied tentatively, knowing that his brother was furious when he saw the nerve bulging over his forehead.
Shooting Yonca an accusing glare, he led his men and stormed off—he would not have disobeyed his brother if not for that woman’s endless pestering.
And he certainly was prejudiced against Frank by the time he arrived, as Yonca badmouthed the man endlessly.
On the other hand, Glen watched as everyone else left Nash’s cottage before turning back to Frank nervously. “Mr. Lawrence, please listen to me…”
