Their Punching Bag Became The Storm novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137 She’s My Mentor

Chapter 137 She’s My Mentor

The old man, Davis, frowned.

He thought, ‘Anderson Group? Who the heck are they?

‘How did he get my private number?’

He was a bit annoyed at this clueless guy for calling at such a time and disturbing the miracle doctor.

But he still replied politely, “Mr. Brandon Anderson, what can I do for you?”

Brandon quickly spoke up,” Mr. Russell, I’m really sorry to bother you at this time. It’s that my mother has been having some heart issues lately, so-”

Before Brandon could finish, Davis interrupted him, “I haven’t seen patients in years. If you need traditional medical care, you can go to the Roynfort Traditional Medicine Hospital and book an appointment.

“The place is staffed by members of the Medical Association.”

Brandon had barely started speaking when Davis shut him down.

He frowned, a bit annoyed, and wondered, ‘Could it be that the Medical Association already knows about the Anderson family’s recent troubles, so they’re not willing to give me this much face?

‘He had turned me down flat.’

But thinking of his mother, Brandon held back his temper and continued, “Mr. Russell, my mother’s condition is a bit complicated. I’ve taken her to the Roynfort Traditional Medicine Hospital before, but didn’t see much improvement.”

It’s not that it didn’t work at all.

But it was much slower.

Plus, brewing and drinking those herbal medicines every day was too bitter and hard to stomach.

And then, with Whitney around, things changed.

So after that, they stopped going to the Roynfort Traditional Medicine Hospital.

Mr. Russell, if you’re willing to come out of retirement, no matter how much you want, the Anderson Group can pay it,” Brandon said.

He made it clear that though the Anderson Group’s stock market is a mess right now, their resources run deep. The Andersons weren’t going down that easily.

But that was exactly what made Davis’s expression sour, his frown deepening further. “Mr. Brandon Anderson, I’m sorry, but I’m too old for this. You’ll have to look elsewhere.”

He was ready to hang up on him right away.

Just then, a lazy, teasing voice floated down from the second floor. “Wow, it smells amazing. Is it time to eat yet?” Davis quickly looked up.

At the railing upstairs stood a girl in a striking red dress, her posture relaxed and her beauty impossible to ignore.

She lounged against the railing, her arm dangling down, looking effortlessly glamorous.

With her other hand, she lazily played with a strand of her hair that had fallen forward as she looked down.

She looked like a goddess who had descended from the heavens, and her beauty was out of this world.

“You’re awake?” Ryan called out.

Ryan looked up, and as his gaze landed on her relaxed face, the dazzling chandelier light made her elegant; his eyes seemed to hold a whole galaxy of stars.

His voice softened, full of warmth. “Come down. Dinner is almost ready.”

“Huh…” Whitney’s lazy gaze drifted over to the old man standing next to Ryan.

She arched an eyebrow and teased, “Davis.”

As soon as she said, Davis’s eyes, already wide from seeing Whitney, went wider.

He didn’t hesitate for a second, and he abruptly ended the call with Brandon. Then he stuffed his phone into his pocket.

He rushed up toward the second floor, shouting, “I can’t believe it’s you!”

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Chapter 137 She’s My Mentor

But Davis had barely taken two steps when a finger suddenly hooked onto the back of his collar.

“Davis, show some respect,” Ryan said, his voice cool and unreadable.

But Davis felt a cold breeze blowing right down the back of his neck.

“Respect? Let go of me, you brat!” Davis barked, ducking his head and twisting around to grab for Ryan’s wrist.

But Ryan was faster.

He didn’t care about any respect-for-elders nonsense, and he dragged Davis to the sofa and pinned him down

Davis was fuming, his beard practically bristling. “Do you know how old I am? At my age, you still treat me like a threat? Brat who do you think I am?”

Ryan’s face stayed cool and aloof, almost ethereal, those elegant eyes meeting Davis’s. “No matter how old you are, you’re still a man.”

Davis demanded, “Do you know who she is?”

Ryan had no intention of guessing.

He stood firmly in front of Davis, his stance saying it all: there was no way he was letting Davis upstairs to bother Whitney.

Davis stood there, speechless.

His mouth twitched, looking conflicted.

He moved his lips again, as if he wanted to say something.

Finally, he opened his mouth.

Ryan said, “If you’ve got something to say, spit it out.”

Ryan thought, ‘What’s with all this hemming and hawing? Say it already.’

“It’s already this late?” Whitney said, her voice lazy and seductive, with a touch of huskiness. After freshening up, Whitney tied up her hair, showing off her breathtakingly gorgeous face. She looked totally relaxed, with that just-woken-up vibe, as if a lazy cat stretched after a nap.

She sauntered over to another sofa and sank into it, looking totally relaxed.

She pulled a pillow into her arms, rested her chin on it, and shot them a lazy glance. “So, what are you guys doing?”

Ryan hadn’t opened his mouth before Davis suddenly sprang up from the sofa.

He moved like a man half his age, nothing about an old guy pushing seventy.

He rushed straight toward Whitney.

He was so quick that Ryan, who’d been keeping his eyes on Whitney the whole time, didn’t have time to react. “Mentor, that brat is so mean. He kept me in the dark for ages.” Davis wailed.

The old man, with a white beard and hair all over, flung himself next to Whitney and started bawling his eyes out.

He jabbed a finger at Ryan, whining, “That ungrateful brat. I’ve busted my ass all these years, doing everything I could to keep him healthy. But the second he found you to save his sorry life, he tossed me aside like yesterday’s trash.

“He’s cold, he’s heartless, and he’s not human!

“Mentor, you’ve got to help me out here!”

Whitney was speechless.

She thought, ‘No one ever had an old guy with a head full of white hair and a face full of wrinkles, dressed like some ancient sage, whining and sniveling right next to them?

‘That’s exactly what I’m feeling right now.’

Her face was starting to look a little green.

She immediately raised the pillow in her arms, putting some distance between herself and Davis. “Say one more word, and you’re out of here.”

Davis, who’d been bawling his eyes out a second ago, zipped right back to his spot on the sofa like a shot.

He sat up ramrod straight, looking all innocent and serious, as if a kid caught by the teacher, still trying his hardest to keep up that wise old master act.

All of this happened in less than a second.

Ryan was left speechless.

Chapter 137 She’s My Mentor

He glanced over at Davis, who was now sitting up straight on the sofa.

Then he looked at Whitney, who was lounging lazily on the other sofa.

Ryan squinted, clearly surprised. “Mentor?

“So you’re Davis’s mentor?”

He went to the wild island because he’d heard Davis’s mentor would be there.

Whitney was skilled in traditional medicine, and her abilities were impressive.

But he never considered that she could be Davis’s mentor.

After all, Whitney was so much younger than Davis. Whitney was way too young.

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