The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 38 You'd Better Prepare for the Funeral

Chapter 38 You'd Better Prepare for the Funeral

Robin was already irritated when he got woken up.

With Olive yelling, he became even more annoyed. "Who do you think you are? Stop yapping and get lost!"

Shirley, following right behind, was shocked to hear Robin's words. This could be a disaster!

With Robin's sharp words, Wilder would surely refuse to treat her father's illness!

Wilder instantly turned cold.

He knew the Dunns had a favor to ask, especially considering how they went out of their way to welcome him.

The Wrights had already hinted at the Dunns' intentions earlier, and he'd planned to come to Harmonfield to address the Dunns' health needs as well.

But now, watching the scene unfold, he was visibly displeased.

He sneered. "I'll take Freya's car."

With that, he made his way toward her Land Rover.

Shirley panicked and tried to call after him, "Mr. Lennon, please wait..."

Without a second glance, Wilder kept walking, while Olive followed with a cold expression.

Frustrated, Shirley stomped her foot, ready to try explaining to Wilder again.

Freya gently stopped her, saying, "Don't worry. We'll speak to Mr. Lennon when we're back.

"If my grandfather can regain consciousness, I'll personally request him to help treat your father. Mr. Lennon wouldn't refuse my grandfather.

Shirley sighed and reluctantly agreed, letting most of her convoy return while following Freya's car with only one vehicle.

Freya took a quick look at Robin, still in the car, and whispered, "Is he your boyfriend, Shirley?"

to explain. Robin didn't want anyone to

"No, he..."

gave a knowing smile and

Wilder's group depart, Shirley sighed deeply and

Mr. Lennon angry. He might refuse

frowned. "Amber, don't make assumptions. Mr. Lennon's disciple was the one who was being

on this one just to give us trouble. How is that

treatment, I wouldn't bother

Wright Mansion. If things don't go as planned, maybe it simply wasn't meant to be for my father to meet

he wouldn't hold such a grudge over something this

bitter smile. "I don't know. The choice is in their hands. If they want to treat

if her grandfather wakes up, Mr. Lennon would surely help my father because of

Robin nodded. "That's good."

the city government compound,

back of the compound, specially built by

the others, with two

several people

into the courtyard, Henry came out

Harmonfield for my father. Please take a

I'll check your father's condition

patient aren't completely ready yet. You can't let

noticed a group of foreign doctors seated at a table on the east side of the living room, one of whom, a man in his 30s, looked furious. Wilder

quickly stepped in to explain, "I apologize, Mr. Lennon. I got

Mikell Mallin, a doctoral supervisor at the Black Medical Laboratory in

cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases worldwide. He was specially invited by my brother from Autreynia, and his team is currently conducting

Wilder sneered. "Alright."

do they know? These so-called modern medical experts are just a bunch of robots

I was willing to show

and rely on dubious practices, risking patients'

use precise instruments, adhere strictly to scientific methods, and base our final diagnoses on thorough statistical analyses. We then create treatment plans based on

not well-versed in your academic debates,

are honored guests of the Wrights,

surge of anger, as a prominent figure in Draconia's holistic medicine, he chose