The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 389

The old man, Horace Wood, cursed, "The sky is not falling, and nobody is dying here. Calm down and tell me what happened." The middle-aged man, Adam Wintson, said urgently, "It's Mr. Wood. He's been beaten to a pulp, and his head's a bloody mess." What?

Horace staggered and almost collapsed. Once he steadied himself, he asked urgently, "Is he okay? Is his life in danger?"

Adam quickly shook his head. "He's not in immediate danger, but... his injuries are pretty severe. He'll be bedridden for a while."

Horace scowled with fury as his anger mounted. He roared, "Severe? He's been pampered since he was young and can't even stand a mosquito bite.

"Who dared to hurt him this badly? Who's stupid enough to attack my grandson?"

Adam trembled upon seeing his expression. "It's a guy named Matthew Grant from Lambda City. He's just an ordinary person."

Horace took a deep breath, then threw his fishing rod into the sea. "Let's go back. If he dares to touch my grandson, I'll make sure his entire family pays for it!"

Adam followed closely and didn't dare to make a sound.

Isaac, and he is extremely cautious. There's no way he'd take such a risk. How could an ordinary person get close enough to injure

chilling glint flashed through his

word was laced with a raw, seething fury that made the air feel heavy

when meeting Matthew. He even brought in Trevor and his

single shot. In the end, he let Matthew

ground together as he swore, "Mr. Miles, do you want to go

He glanced at the caller ID and saw it

twitched

exploded, "You worthless piece of shit! I swear

want my family's heir to die so young? If anything happens to Isaac, the first thing

heartily. "Oh, Horace, you old fool. You raised your grandson to be a tyrant. Now, he's

it past 20. And now that he's 25, you should count your blessings. And still, you're

he had been waiting for this day. However, it had come later than he had

angry that his hand trembled as he held the phone. "I swear I'll wipe out your