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?"

Robin didn't want anyone to know how he'd

"No, he..."

gave a knowing smile and nodded.

Freya and Wilder's group depart, Shirley sighed deeply

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

frowned. "Amber, don't make assumptions. Mr. Lennon's disciple was

one just to give us trouble.

father's treatment, I wouldn't bother with

simply wasn't meant to be for my father to meet Mr. Lennon. We'll find another way." Robin noticed Shirley's sadness and asked, "Is it

he wouldn't hold such a grudge over something this small-he'd seem too petty if he

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

up, Mr. Lennon

Robin nodded. "That's good."

they reached the city government compound, following

in a cozy little courtyard at the back of the compound, specially built by the government for

the others, with two armed

by Freya, they entered smoothly. Inside, several people waited in

Wilder and the others into

to travel to Harmonfield for my father. Please take a rest and enjoy

I'll check your

for my patient aren't completely ready

moment, Wilder 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,

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

is Mr. Mikell Mallin, a doctoral supervisor at the Black Medical Laboratory

my brother from Autreynia, and

Wilder sneered. "Alright."

look at Mikell. "What do they know? These so-called modern medical experts are just

and his colleagues were immediately offended by Olive's comments. "Miss, that's quite disrespectful. I was willing to show some respect for your

rely on dubious practices, risking patients'

diagnoses on thorough statistical analyses. We then create treatment plans based on those diagnoses."

Mallin, Mr. Lennon, I'm not well-versed in your academic debates, but please, let's try to be

guests of the Wrights, and the priority is to cure

anger, as a prominent figure in Draconia's holistic