The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 470 Renae was getting more and more curious about Matthew. She wanted to figure out what kind of person he actually was.

Reporting

on duty? Matthew frowned. He asked Dominic to take care of the body because he was with

the military and his special status meant that the police couldn't interfere.

But upon hearing the sudden update, Matthew assumed something had gone wrong. "Just give me the details, and be straight with me.'

Dominic glanced at Renae, thinking Matthew missed the hint. He suggested, "Can we talk about this in private?"

Matthew shook his head. "Don't worry about her. Feel free to say it."

Matthew didn't keep things from Renae. Did he trust her that much?

Renae's eyes lit up. Looking as joyful as ever, she smiled ear to ear with glee. Was it okay to say that now?

Dominic was visibly shocked. The dead person in question was Isaac. He was the heir of the Wood family and Horace's grandson. If news of this got out, it'd turn the world upside down. Nevertheless, Matthew didn't seem to take it seriously.

He leaned forward and lowered his head as he spoke

keep quiet about it and not let anyone know." Matthew thought for a moment and pretty

your side at all times. Don't worry. We won't get in your way at all, and we'll keep our distance." After thinking

Just wave when you need us, and we'll be right there. We won't interfere with what you're

made Dominic

wrap his head around it. He recalled the scene when he first met Dominic and how Dominic introduced

the junkyard, Dominic thumped his chest as he gave his introduction. "I'm a Major, working in

of himself. He dismissed Matthew and didn't even bother to listen to Matthew's

brat Matthew knew? Seeing that Matthew was quiet, Dominic reiterated, "I'll follow through on my

duty, so he

Dominic couldn't shake the feeling that Matthew was someone special. If he couldn't care less about Horace, his

"Okay. Let's

...

honey locust tree. Its sprawling branches shaded the entire area. Beneath the tree, Horace

cast light patches on Horace's wrinkled face. His stern look and

recalled something and sat up. He called Terrence Wood,