As Glen reared his chin at Frank hostilely, Titus strode up.
“Wait, Mr. Turnbull.” He chuckled coolly. “Frank Lawrence can wait, now that Professor Roberts has seen how pointless Draconia traditional medicine is. Time to show Mr. Lawrence what proper experts can do—it won’t be too late to kill him after.”
That was exactly what he wanted—to beat Frank physically and psychologically, just to wipe that smug grin off his face and make him kneel before him.
“Are you done talking?” Professor Roberts asked, already impatient.
“Yeah.” Glen nodded. “Please help my father.”
Kendra snorted coolly. “See? The professor isn’t making excuses for his failure, unlike that whippersnapper.”
At the same time, the Turnbulls and Lionhearts’ retainers encircled Frank and did nothing else, since Glen would not go against Titus when he wanted the Lionhearts’ help.
Having had his orders, Professor Roberts opened his briefcase. Pulling a green tube from a cold storage case, he inserted it into a syringe while saying, “Thanks to the medical records the hospital provided, I’ve prepared three syringes of antidote on my way here.”
He then injected the green fluid into a vein on the wrist. “If only I was allowed to work sooner, the patient would be spared much pain… This would take effect in a couple of minutes.”
Then, glancing at Frank, he shook his head and snorted. “Thank you, young man—you only proved that Draconian traditional medicine is a scam, and I should never believe any of you charlatans.”
His mockery left a vein bulging over Frank’s temples in frustration.
Titus laughed and joined in. “You have to admit, Mr. Lawrence—Draconian traditional medicine is all just cheap tricks to deceive fools. But the Four Families of Morhen? It just won’t fly.”
“Exactly,” Kendra glared at Frank in disgust. “Look in the mirror—who do you think you are to offer medical treatment to our illustrious family?”
Frank remained silent, his eyes fixed on George’s face.
Titus was satisfied, presuming that Frank had accepted defeat and would not say a word now.
Everyone waited for Professor Roberts’ serum to work, and George suddenly opened his eyes, actually waking up right then.
What they did not expect was for him to suddenly sit up and breathe a blood-curdling scream, clawing at his own throat as he threw up a mouthful of pungent black blood!
