Goodbye Saintess (by Edelweiss W.S.) novel Chapter 147

**The Unseen Kingdom That Followed Me Into Every Dream by Alyndra Meron Valeen**

“Please don’t forget to treat me, Dr. Fey. I’ll be waiting at our residence,” I said, my voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of anxiety. Harvey, however, shot me a piercing glance, his expression a mix of frustration and resignation. “Don’t worry. I can read the room. Enjoy your afternoon reminiscing with your associate, Dr. Fey,” he replied, his tone bitter, as if the very words left a sour taste in his mouth.

Terry, unable to contain his emotions any longer, erupted with indignation. “What the hell?! This isn’t fair! How is this fair? Look at me! I got screwed over, but he looks as untouched as a newborn! How is this dignifying to me?!” His voice was a tempest, filled with rage and jealousy, as if he believed the universe had conspired against him.

“Who cares about this so-called goddess? She’s on his side! That tells you everything about her so-called skills—she’s overrated as hell! We shouldn’t listen to her!” Terry’s words dripped with venom, his eyes narrowing as he glared at me, the resentment boiling beneath the surface.

I could see the beautiful doctor, Dr. Fey, completely captivated by Sebastian, her gaze unwavering as she looked at him. What was it about him that drew her in so completely? When she had treated Terry’s wounds, she hadn’t spared him a glance, yet now she practically radiated admiration for that bastard. It was infuriating.

“He! Needs! To! Pay!” Terry bellowed, his fists clenched, his anger palpable in the air around us.

“Shut up!” Harvey finally roared, his voice booming with authority and disappointment. “Is your dignity more important than my life, Terry? The doctor has my life in her hands. Now get in the car. We’re leaving!” His words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of desperation.

Flint, silent and stoic, returned to Harvey’s side, a silent show of support. It was clear to Terry that he had no choice but to comply.

“Fine!” he spat, his voice laced with venom, though not before sending me a glare sharp enough to cut. “But this isn’t over, asshole!”

“You fool!” Harvey exploded, his frustration boiling over. He had just promised Metis that this feud was finished, and now here was his grandson, threatening Sebastian once again. How could he possibly convince the Goddess of Medicine to treat him after this? Why did Terry have to be such an idiot?

Unsurprisingly, Terry reached the same conclusion. “What the hell?! Why would I do that?! Nobody has ever treated me like this before!” His voice was a mix of disbelief and outrage, the very idea of apologizing striking him as utterly preposterous.

Metis regarded him coolly, her expression unyielding. “And your grandfather won’t receive treatment for his illness unless you accept it.” Her words were a stark reminder of the stakes involved, a challenge thrown down.

“Are you threatening me?!” Terry exploded, his face flushed with anger and disbelief.

He had thought she was his angel, a savior in his moment of need. Yet now, she appeared to him as nothing more than a shameless admirer of Sebastian, her allegiance shifting in a heartbeat.