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?"

want anyone to know how he'd saved her from robbers

"No, he..."

a knowing smile and nodded. "Alright then,

group depart, Shirley sighed deeply and got back into the

Ramsey, you've likely made Mr. Lennon angry. He might refuse to treat Ms. Dunn's father out of

assumptions. Mr. Lennon's disciple was the one who was

identical Rolls-Royces, yet she insisted on this one just to give us trouble. How

it weren't for my father's treatment, I

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

over something this small-he'd

The choice is in their hands. If they want to treat him, they

Mr. Lennon would surely help my father because of

Robin nodded. "That's good."

traveled quietly until they reached the city government compound, following

courtyard at the back of the compound, specially built by

the others, with two armed guards stationed at

Inside, several people waited in Henry's residence, each looking

the others into the courtyard, Henry came

Lennon, I appreciate your effort to travel to Harmonfield for my father. Please take a rest and enjoy some pastries

waved. "That's not necessary. I'll

test results for my patient aren't completely ready

east side of the living room, one of whom, a man

to explain, "I apologize, Mr. Lennon. I got so anxious that I

Mikell Mallin, a doctoral supervisor

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

Wilder sneered. "Alright."

"What do they know? These so-called modern medical experts are

his colleagues were immediately offended by Olive's comments. "Miss, that's quite disrespectful. I was willing to show some respect for your holistic medicine, but you've made it

are often misguided and rely on dubious

scientific methods, and base our final diagnoses on thorough statistical analyses. We then create treatment plans based on those diagnoses." Olive wanted to

I'm not well-versed in your

of the Wrights,

felt a surge of anger, as a prominent figure in