The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 542

Trevor could feel the gravity of the situation with what Brad had said, so he stepped hard on the gas pedal and sped through the roads once again.

In a room on the basement's first floor of Clearwater Psychiatric Hospital, Matthew wielded the Apex Blade in one hand as he stared at Horace.

He had to admit that Horace's presence was very imposing-the latter had an upright posture, white hair, youthful features, and eyes as sharp as an eagle's.

Horace was shocked to see Dallas in such a pitiful state. His clothes were almost fully stained with blood, and his hands were injured while his face bore a swollen bruise. Dallas' voice was also so weak that it was almost inaudible.

Horace's face carried a trace of shock. He never thought there'd be anyone who could pull off something so vicious! He then looked at Matthew with a frosty glare.

"Did you do this?"

Matthew casually replied, "I did."

Upon hearing his response, Horace narrowed his eyes sharply. "Don't you know that he's my nephew? I've mentioned it before."

Matthew then said, "I do."

In an instant, Horace's expression twisted ferociously. "So, you did this to him knowing that he was my nephew?"

Matthew then replied coldly, "Don't you know what he's done?"

of their illnesses, so if anything were to happen, it'd at most be a doctor-patient dispute. I don't care what he's done,

forced the man to become a psychiatric patient using the medications here! Does this count as

He never expected Dallas to do something like that, but he still roared in dissatisfaction, "I don't care what happened between the both of you, but you can't hurt

burst

would feel at least shocked or guilty when he

if they heard that a

injustice

the General of

powerful that even the mayor of Lambda City would have to bow down before me! You asked me why not, but

neck and drew fresh blood. In response, Dallas clutched onto his neck to stop the blood

neck readily and couldn't be stopped. The blood ran down

his legs in a struggle,

understand Matthew at all. He was a well-known figure as well, but just where did Matthew receive the guts to slash the neck of the person

gave out. Matthew had to be mad! How could he humiliate Horace like

the ground. He looked as

said, "So what if you're Horace Wood?" Immediately, Horace's face contorted, and he gritted his teeth in anger. "Very well. You must have a death wish! How dare you kill my nephew who I've been trying

did I kill Dallas, but

he had heard him wrong. "Who did you say

Dallas two days ago, and no one had been able to find him, which was why Horace had personally