Frank scowled and barked, “I won’t say a word if you’re insulting me alone, but you are insulting Draconian tradition, and I must set the record straight.”
He learned medicine from Mystic Sky Sect, and it was the most orthodox and oldest discipline in Draconia.
And what were the medicine men from abroad doing while Draconia medicine was already saving lives? Their solution for clubfoot back then was amputation, and without anesthetic, leaving the patient’s up to fate! And now they were belittling Draconian tradition?
However, Frank’s reaction was exactly what Titus wanted.
He had certainly been humiliated in Riverton, and had not the guts to tell his family what happened.
But now that he ran into Frank in Morhen, he would properly show him.
He would return his humiliation at Frank’s hands by a hundredfold, and hurting his pride was just the first step.
As the heir of the Lionhearts, he had seen as many maladies as healers. Even Abel Loggins—the best healer in Morhen—only amounted to that much in Titus’ opinion, and certainly did not hold a candle to Professor Roberts.
Hence, in Titus’ mind, Frank would never surpass the limitations of Draconian traditional medicine no matter how good he was—even if he was better than Abel.
With that decided, he leveled a smile at Frank. “Don’t think you could throw a punch just because you put on boxing gloves. It’s not just Mr. Roberts—even I believe that Draconian traditional medicine is a sham. So how about this? If you can heal Mr. Turnbull before we do, you have my word that you will have safe passage.”
Titus’s eyes then narrowed coldly as he sneered, “But if you fail, you will kowtow ten times loudly and break one of your arms. After that, you’ll leave and never mention Vicky. That’s really nice of me, don’t you agree?”
Frank glanced at Titus’ smug look and the unconcerned professor Roberts, and shook his head, snorting. “Your suggestion is really lacking, Mr. Lionheart. With Glen Turnbull here as my witness, I will take my own life should I fail.”
Then, leveling a sharp look at Titus, he added quietly, “But if I succeed, Titus… You’ll leave Turnbull House with your people, and your engagement with Vicky is permanently annulled. How about that?”
“No!” Glen bellowed anxiously even before Titus reacted.
While it was good for everyone if Frank failed, what if he somehow succeeded by a fluke?
He would never allow the engagement between Titus and Vicky, just as they had no reason to take up such a risk.
Clearing his throat, Glen turned towards Frank and said, “How about this? If you can actually save my father, you have my special permission to meet Vicky. But if you fail, you will leave my house without another word and never meddle in my family’s affair. Naturally, I will still compensate you accordingly.”
There was an edge in Glen’s voice, making it clear he was not to be refused.
