The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 442

Now, immigrating to Eastoria just made Seth seem as if he had been oblivious to all the luxury and blessings he currently enjoyed and foolishly acknowledged a peasant as his godfather.

After he had coddled up to this godfather of his and became close enough to be family, he finally found out that his godfather was destitute.

In the end, Seth still had to return to his home country for support. But should he still acknowledge this godfather of his and move to Eastoria?

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Seth could see a casually dressed young man standing at the door. The man didn't work at the publisher, but he wasn't the delivery man either since he wasn't wearing a uniform. Immediately, Seth roared in anger, "What are you doing? Who told you that you could open the door? Screw off!"

The things he had discussed with Maurice needed to be kept a secret, or things could get out of hand. That was why Seth got angry when he saw the door getting pushed open randomly.

But Matthew maintained an indifferent expression and walked into the office. When he noticed the Scholarly Tradition in Maurice's hands, his gaze sharpened instantly.

Meanwhile Seth stood up aggressively when he saw Matthew ignoring his commands.

He pointed at Matthew and bellowed angrily, "Are you fucking deaf? I'm telling you to fuck off! If you don't get out this instant, I'll call the security guards—"

Then came a clean crisp slap that landed harshly on his cheek and interrupted his speech.

far too harsh for him to handle, and it battered him so hard that he began to see stars and wobbled

to support himself with the table and didn't

walked toward Maurice and stretched his

that Matthew wanted to take the Scholarly Tradition away from

this book away from me! Just fuck off already if

received after all those years of hard work,

Seth, Maurice was sent

and Matthew immediately reached for the Scholarly Tradition

the audacity Matthew possessed to hit Maurice, Seth was

You're insane! Do you know who he is? He's an Eastorian, ok? How dare you hit a guest?

Maurice. This time, he had used the Pulverizer Fist and

to soak further down the shirt and eventually dripped onto the floor. Soon enough, the

of its color. "You... You're crazy! You

his brows together and picked up the stool

scared out

he yelled, "You... Stand right there! Don't come here. I'm telling