Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 788

James was rooted to the spot. He was already an unreasonable person, but he didn't expect that there would be someone worse than him. "Jonah, don't you cross the line! It was your son who drove the car and crashed into someone, so there's no way we'll help you settle it!" he bellowed.

Jonah coldly retorted, "You were the one who lent him the car. You knew that he had no driver's license, but you still lent him the car. You are basically trying to destroy him! Even if this case is to be handled by a judge, you'll still be held responsible for lending your car to someone without a driver's license."

James was so exasperated that he started to tremble. Upon taking the tea cup from the table, he smashed it to the ground. "Damn it! Who do you think you are to make a fuss in my place?"

A defiant Jonah slammed his palm on the table and stood up straight. "Are you trying to evade responsibility? I'm telling you that if my son goes to jail or something else, I'll never let you off!"

James snarled, "Shut up! If you didn't lend the car to that b*stard, this incident wouldn't have happened. You're the one who has caused the problem, so you'll solve it yourself!"

his words, he stormed out of the place while Jonah growled from behind, "Who are you calling b*stard?

about this? Let's have a seat and discuss how

her tears and uttered, "I-I didn't expect that such an incident would happen. At that time, Tate promised that he'd

young man like him has no self-control? You're a mature person, so why are you naive? Why did you just

Sasha, who was seated on the side, refuted, "Uncle Jonah, can't you be more polite? My mom lent him the car because she loved him. How could you scold her in such a way?" Jonah rebuked, "Did I say anything wrong? Wasn't she naive to believe whatever my son said? Tate is still young, so how could she let him

and gently uttered, "Uncle Jonah, I think you don't

"Bullsh*t! Tate is already twenty years

when he's already twenty? Are you out of your mind? He's a grown-up, so how can you still say that he has no self-control? Is he suffering from dementia infantilis or

poked his head from his room and responded, "Well said, Matthew! Good job! Hahaha! Dementia

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