“In other words…” Frank reared his head and leveled Glen a look of disdain. “Vicky is only worth fifteen billion dollars to you?”
“What, is that not enough for you?” Glen frowned in growing impatience—Frank really had an appetite!
“No.” Frank smiled, shaking his head. “In your world, money can buy everything… But for me, it’s just scrap paper. I won’t give up on Vicky no matter how much you pay me, because she’s priceless to me.”
“Frank Lawrence!” Kendra flipped out right then, pointing at Frank as she snapped, “We’ve been playing nice, whippersnapper!”
“Be reasonable!” Glen bellowed at Frank too. “I’ve been extending enough olive branches endlessly, but if you keep being stubborn…”
“What?” Frank leveled a gloating look at Glen’s furious glare.
“Retainers! Take him—we’ll enforce our family’s law!” Glen bellowed, giving up on all pretense since Frank was not giving in.
He would kill Frank right here and now—they just had to make him vanish if he refused to give up on Vicky!
“Wait.” Frank suddenly held up a hand just as the Turnbull family retainers strode up, ready to charge at him.
“What else do you have to say?” Glen demanded, mustering his patience seeing that there was a chance Frank would come around.
“Mr. Turnbull,” he said, pointing at George on the bed and smiling. “I won’t lie to you—there are still five eggs I have yet to extract from your body, since I only have that much stamina. And if the rest aren’t extracted in time, the same thing that happened to you before will happen again… and in five days, your organs would be completely dissolved and devoured clean. But the agony you’d be put through before that? Hehe…”
Frank trailed off, but Glen’s face turned ashen while panic showed on George’s face.
The anguish earlier was still fresh in George’s memory, and he scrambled out of bed, begging Frank, “No… No, no! Please, you have to help me… I don’t want to go through that pain again…”
Kenda shrieked at the same time, “You monster! Threatening a patient with his life?! And you call yourself a healer?! Don’t you know the Hippocratic Oath?!”
Frank actually fumed at Kendra’s despicable insult, but he simply smiled and shook his head. “Oh, but I don’t care. Glen Turnbull over there insisted I wasn’t the one who saved your husband—it was Professor Roberts. With that being said, I shall bid you farewell. You can ask Professor Roberts for help… just pray that his serum would actually work.”
With that, he started to turn and leave.
Just as he reached the door, Glen called out in clearly repressed rage, “W-Wait, Mr. Lawrence.”
“What?” Frank turned and grinned at him. “I wasn’t the one who saved your father anyway. Why would you stop me?”
“You little…” Glen almost snapped at Frank’s clear sarcasm.
He had certainly not suffered such humiliation as the leader of the Turnbulls!
