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?"

didn't want anyone to know how he'd saved her

"No, he..."

smile and nodded. "Alright then,

sighed deeply

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

Lennon's disciple was the one who was being

are identical Rolls-Royces, yet she insisted on this one just to give us trouble. How is that Robin's

weren't for my father's treatment, I wouldn't bother with

to meet Mr. Lennon. We'll

grudge over something this small-he'd seem

don't know. The choice is in their hands. If they want to treat him, they will. If not, there's little we can do. But let's not

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

Robin nodded. "That's good."

until they reached the city government compound, following

courtyard at the back of the compound, specially built by

others, with two

entered smoothly. Inside, several people waited in Henry's residence,

Wilder and the others into the courtyard,

I appreciate your effort to travel to Harmonfield for my father. Please

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

for my patient aren't completely ready yet.

seated at a table on the east side of the living room,

Lennon. I

a doctoral supervisor at the Black Medical Laboratory in

worldwide. He was specially invited by my brother from Autreynia, and his

Wilder sneered. "Alright."

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

Olive's comments. "Miss, that's quite disrespectful. I was willing to show some respect

rely on dubious practices, risking patients'

methods, and base our final diagnoses on thorough statistical analyses. We then create treatment plans based on those diagnoses." Olive wanted to fire back but was interrupted

not well-versed in your academic

honored guests of the Wrights, and the priority is to

felt a surge of anger, as a prominent figure in Draconia's