The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 775

A person sat alone, enjoying a hearty plate of spaghetti bolognese. Meanwhile, other cab drivers gathered in small groups, sharing the most amusing encounters

in their jobs.

Nathan sat by the window, watching the rushing Lambda River. He took a bite of a meatball, slurped up some spaghetti, and followed it up with a bit of onion. He looked pretty content with his meal.

He couldn't help but remember the mining days when he was filthy all over and even had to eat his meals in the underground mines. Nathan had felt like he was living worse than a rat, especially with his salary always delayed. The house he bought had a 20-year mortgage, and he had to pay for it every month.

When he didn't have any income for a month, he felt like he was about to lose it.

All his relatives were broke, so he had to turn to online loans, which were a nightmare. That helped him out for a few months, but the debt snowballed over the next few months. Paying the mortgage on top of the online loans was just too much.

Thinking about it made Nathan break into a cold sweat, as if he were back in that desperate situation. Life was suffocating with no way out.

Even if he wanted to end his life, he couldn't bear to leave his son behind. The feeling of being too broken to even cry was overwhelmingly despairing.

to reality. Taking a deep breath, he picked up a meatball with his fork and took a bite. The tender texture, the savory flavor, and the warmth of each bite gave him a sense

had tons of money. He could afford private jets, luxury villas, and gourmet food like truffles and foie gras. But

his cutlery and picked up his phone. It turned out that the notification earlier

Fullers left the comment, and the message was straightforward and brief, "Mission

Refund?

had died trying to kill Matthew. At this point,

to ask for a refund?

put down his phone and

'rules' nonsense. I paid for Matthew to die, but he's still alive.

notification sounded from the

phone. After glancing at it, he gritted his teeth and replied, "You paid the money, and I sent my people to do the job.

assassins died. After such a huge loss, why should

dealt with a situation like this. "I put up the money, and The Misfortune's Veil is supposed to take care of the job. don't care how you do it, how many people you send, or what weapon you use-none of that has anything to do with me. I'm only interested in the outcome. Matthew didn't