Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew) novel Chapter 3710

"Ryan, I didn't know you had such an impressive friend. Why didn't you introduce us sooner?"

"Tonight's win is all thanks to you, Mr. Larden. Without you, District 12 would've been soaked in blood, and we'd have lost countless lives."

"For someone so young, Mr. Larden, your achievements are truly rare."

The three stewards took turns praising Matthew. He smiled and nodded quietly.

Their eyes then fell on the sleeping girl in his arms.

"Is this your daughter, Mr. Larden?"

Matthew nodded softly.

"Why do I feel like I've seen her before?" Guardian asked.

Shadow leaned closer. "Her hair's pink, too."

"But she's definitely not the lady," Steelwall muttered from behind.

Ryan spoke up. "I had my doubts, but she's not."

Ariya's eyes were green; this girl's were deep brown. The hair color was close, but the texture was different.

Their faces had no resemblance.

Matthew stayed silent, knowing it wasn't the right time to reveal Ariya's true identity.

Before coming to District 12, he had lightly disguised Ariya to hide her special status.

The changes were subtle to help her adjust quickly.

Since Ariya refused to lose her pink hair, Matthew altered its texture, making it fluffier and curlier.

He also faded some memories of Ryan from Ariya's mind.

That way, she might feel close to Ryan but still treat him like a stranger, unable to recognize who he really was.

Matthew did all this with Ariya's full agreement. She understood it was for her protection.

When the time was right, he planned to restore her completely.

"Then, count me out." Matthew turned away, playful and stubborn.

"Dad, I want to go to the party!" Ariya suddenly opened her eyes.

That sneaky little girl had been pretending to sleep and eavesdropping the whole time.

When Matthew refused, she worried.

"Dad, please! I want to eat some good food!"

Hearing her plea, Matthew finally gave in.

Here he was, a legendary master, repeatedly lowering his guard for a little girl.

He grumbled silently—completely owned.

But looking into Ariya's innocent, hopeful eyes, all his frustration vanished.