The Great Medical Saint (Matthew) novel Chapter 1007

The following night, Stanley rested on a deck chair, holding a handheld fan. The wind from the fan brushed against Lorraine's face. The latter shut her eyes and enjoyed the moment.

Upon seeing this, Matthew chuckled. "Just use the fan for yourself, Dad. You don't have to pamper Lori so much."

Stanley raised an eyebrow. "What do you know? Girls are delicate, and they can't handle the heat."

Lillian chimed in. "Seriously, are you even Lori's dad? How can you not care about her?"

Matthew was at a loss for words. He should have kept quiet. Every remark he made would only provoke Stanley and Lillian to come at him.

He wanted to suggest going back inside and turning on the air conditioner. The words bounced around in his head, but he never said them.

If he did, Stanley and Lillian would complain that the air conditioner's cold air was bad for Lorraine, making her fall sick.

Matthew decided to stay quiet, sitting there and watching his parents spoil Lorraine. The peace of it made him feel calm and happy.

Suddenly, his phone started ringing. Matthew pulled out his phone and glanced at the screen, his eyes filled with surprise. It was a message from Hoxton, an assassin from The Misfortune's Veil.

Matthew had dispatched the five remaining assassins of The Misfortune's Veil to deal with the Fuller family in Mistvale City. The goal was to annihilate them.

But the Fuller family wasn't wiped out yet, so Matthew had Hoxton stay in Mistvale City to keep an eye on them. Now that Hoxton reached out to him, something must have happened over there.

Matthew asked, "Did you find something?"

Soon after, Hoxton texted back, "I have a hunch that the Fuller family is up for something big. Three money trucks showed up at the Fuller residence today."

Three money trucks, huh? Matthew was taken aback by the news. They would only need more trucks when one truck couldn't fit everything. How much money could one truck hold? How about three?

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