Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

One's collar was gripped tightly by the servant, blood trickling down his neck, soaking into his dark clothes, making them even darker. "My daughter! My wife!" the servant's bloodshot eyes glared at One like a demon. "You think I don't know you secretly murdered them?!" One's lips pressed together tightly, his voice strained as he replied, "Impossible. Mr. Mirren is kind and strategic. He would never..."

As he spoke, his confidence wavered. He recalled the day Glaucus had approached him, looking grief-stricken, telling him about a traitor in the family. Glaucus had said that the traitor's wife and daughter were still under the Mirren Family's control and that they needed to be sent away. One had obeyed with rage in his heart, killing the woman and child and disposing of their bodies in the wilderness.

But now, in hindsight, something colder than the blade at his neck chilled One to the core-his own heart. He had never imagined that the man he had believed in so fiercely, Glaucus Mirren, could be so ruthless and calculating.

The light in One's eyes slowly faded, replaced by a hollow emptiness. He allowed the servant to pull him closer by his collar, staring blankly at him, his gaze devoid of life, like still water.

"If you want to kill me, go ahead. But I swear, I knew nothing about your wife and daughter's fate," One said calmly.

Had he known that Glaucus planned to murder the servant's family, One might have secretly protected them and sent them far away. He had once been Glaucus' most loyal confidant, and despite his high position, he treated everyone within the family with kindness. Only when dealing with enemies outside the family did he show any cruelty.C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

The servant's eyes flickered with hesitation before they filled with deep bitterness. He tilted his head back, gazing up at the sky, his throat too tight with emotion to speak.

"Sweetie... Daddy will avenge you..." he whispered, his voice trembling with grief.

He would never forget the moment his friend within the Mirren Estate had sent him that message. The

gruesome photo of his daughternet

chased down by a pack of hounds raised by the Mirren Family, had

nearly suffocated him with grief.

Pain rippled across the servant's forehead as the veins bulged. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a rope and threw it at One's feet. It was a rope he had prepared for this very moment. Without a word, One picked up the rope and began binding his own wrists. "You're going to see him, aren't you?"

He was referring to Matthew. If word reached Glaucus that the servant had escaped, the only person in Dewsbury who could guarantee the servant's safety was Matthew. Even more so, if the servant sought revenge for his wife and daughter, Matthew was the only one capable of providing him the support he needed.

The servant's face twisted with bitterness, his voice hoarse as he answered, "He's my last hope in this city. What other choice do I have?"

A sense of resignation seemed to

settle over him. If he could avenge his family, his life would have been worth sacrificing. At least he would die with a sense of purpose, rather than being hunted down by the Mirren Family without ever having exacted his revenge.

One's expression remained numb as he followed the servant, bound and silent, moving toward their unknown destination. He still didn't know the man's name.