Even so, Frank decided to put in one last effort and said quietly, “I’m a healer, but I’m not omnipotent. I can’t diagnose a patient without touching him, or when you’re lying to me about his symptoms! It’s Mr. Turnbull’s misfortune to have a wife like you!”
The last part was certainly a bombshell. Kendra leapt up to her feet instantly, leaping straight at Frank, ready to claw his face and eyes out.
“You vermin! Watch your mouth!” she screamed unreasonably. “I-I’ll kill you! Glen, call in every man you have—I’ll make him wish he was dead!”
Glen did not stop her and was actually glaring at Frank. “Do you know what you just said?! Say it again, I dare you!”
Frank met his angry glare, took a deep breath, and chuckled coolly. “You want to hear it again? Fine—I’ll say it as many times as you want! Having people like you for family is why George Turnbull will die! You’re all scum who would rather have your father and husband die!”
Everyone was left stunned by Frank’s outburst, and Glen eventually raised a shaking finger, heaving as he pointed at Frank as snapped, “You… I’ve been giving you chances at every turn! Is that how you repay me?!”
“Hah! Give me a chance when you’re hiding Mr. Turnbull’s condition from me?!”
Frank could not care less just then, snapping back, “Why don’t you just be honest—he’s been bedridden for six months already!”
“Shut the fuck up!” Glen bellowed, finally giving up all pretense of civility. “My father was just fine! He was never bedridden, right, Mom?!”
That was what he believed because his mother had told him so—his father had been traveling abroad for six months.
“E-Exactly!” Kendra cried determinedly as well.
“Hmph. Still lying even now.” Frank snorted, plucking off his gloves to put his left hand on George’s throat.
Judging from the dried, shriveled skin, it was clear that he had not gotten out of bed for six months!
“In that case, no one can save him. Do whatever you like.” Frank snorted and stormed out.
That was when all four Turnbull Ascendant rank retainers waiting outside strode in.
Glen snorted right then, growling through his teeth at Frank, “I’ve been playing nice at every turn, but you’d disrespect me every chance you get, even insulting my mother! Did you think you could leave in one piece?!”
“Really? So you’re going to war with me?” Frank stopped, turning to glare icily at Glen.
“War?! You and what army?!” Glen snapped, feeling confident as he sneaked a glance at Titus and his Ascendant rank retainers.
