Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 3312 Bartholomew's Resolve

"Faster! Didn't you like showing off outside?" Shawn taunted, his face full of amusement as he watched Caleb sprint ahead. In his hand, he held a leather belt, and every time Caleb slowed down, Shawn would snap the belt across his bum without hesitation. Caleb's lips were cracked, his eyes dulled by exhaustion. His spirit seemed broken, and only sheer willpower kept him moving. For two hours, Shawn had been chasing him relentlessly with that belt, and every time he even thought about stopping, another sharp sting would land on him.

Inside, Caleb screamed in despair. He was the heir of the Schafer Family, born with a silver spoon in his mouth. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?!

Meanwhile, Matthew sat leisurely on a chair on the sidelines, watching the whole spectacle. Beside him stood a plump middle-aged man with worried eyes, staring at Caleb with a pained expression.

"Mr. Summit Warden, is this really necessary?" Bartholomew asked cautiously, glancing at Matthew.

"You can't make a diamond without some polishing, Mr. Schafer. If you had started training this boy seriously from a young age, he could have been one of the new pillars of the Seraphis Martial League by now," Matthew replied, taking a sip of his tea as Cole refilled his cup.

Bartholomew looked at Caleb, torn between sympathy and resolve. Finally, he gritted his teeth. Son, don't blame me. This is all for your own good.

but his eyes still held a flicker of defiance. Gritting his teeth, he

smile faded, replaced by a look of approval. After nearly an entire morning, Caleb

to its

his legs gave out and he collapsed to

tears welling in his eyes as he rushed toward

He'll be fine after a rest," Shawn said,

Matthew

Bartholomew wanted to

and save

course... not allow it. While he offered the choice verbally, he had no intention of letting such a promising candidate go to waste-especially one

see fit. Don't hold back," Bartholomew said, placing