The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 38

Chapter 38 You'd Better Prepare for the Funeral

Robin was already irritated when he got woken up.

With Olive yelling, he became even more annoyed. "Who do you think you are? Stop yapping and get lost!"

Shirley, following right behind, was shocked to hear Robin's words. This could be a disaster!

With Robin's sharp words, Wilder would surely refuse to treat her father's illness!

Wilder instantly turned cold.

He knew the Dunns had a favor to ask, especially considering how they went out of their way to welcome him.

The Wrights had already hinted at the Dunns' intentions earlier, and he'd planned to come to Harmonfield to address the Dunns' health needs as well.

But now, watching the scene unfold, he was visibly displeased.

He sneered. "I'll take Freya's car."

With that, he made his way toward her Land Rover.

Shirley panicked and tried to call after him, "Mr. Lennon, please wait ..."

Without a second glance, Wilder kept walking, while Olive followed with a cold expression.

Frustrated, Shirley stomped her foot, ready to try explaining to Wilder again.

Freya gently stopped her, saying, "Don't worry. We'll speak to Mr. Lennon when we're back.

"If my grandfather can regain consciousness, I'll personally request him to help treat your father. Mr. Lennon wouldn't refuse my grandfather.

Shirley sighed and reluctantly agreed, letting most of her convoy return while following Freya's car with only one vehicle.

Freya took a quick look at Robin, still in the car, and whispered, "Is he your boyfriend, Shirley?"

Shirley blushed, unsure how to explain. Robin didn't want anyone to know how he'd saved her from robbers that day.

"No, he ... "

Freya gave a knowing smile and nodded. "Alright then, I'll go first."

Watching Freya and Wilder's group depart, Shirley sighed deeply and got back into the car.

Amber hesitated, then said, "Mr. Ramsey, you've likely made Mr. Lennon angry. He might refuse to treat Ms. Dunn's father out of spite."

Shirley frowned. "Amber, don't make assumptions. Mr. Lennon's disciple was the one who was being unreasonable.

"Both cars are identical Rolls-Royces, yet she insisted on this one just to give us trouble. How is that Robin's fault?

"If it weren't for my father's treatment, I wouldn't bother with them at all.

"Alright, Andrew, let's follow Freya's car to Wright Mansion. If things don't go as planned, maybe it simply wasn't meant to be for my father to meet Mr. Lennon. We'll find another way."

Robin noticed Shirley's sadness and asked, "Is it this serious? He's supposed to be a leader in holistic medicine.

"Surely he wouldn't hold such a grudge over something this small—he'd seem too petty if he did."

Shirley gave a bitter smile. "I don't know. The choice is in their hands. If they want to treat him, they will. If not, there's little we can do. But let's not worry too much.

"Freya just told me that if her grandfather wakes up, Mr. Lennon would surely help my father because of his influence."

Robin nodded. "That's good."

They traveled quietly until they reached the city government compound, following Freya's car.

Henry lived in a cozy little courtyard at the back of the compound, specially built by the government for Martin.

It was larger than the others, with two armed guards stationed at the entrance.

Guided by Freya, they entered smoothly. Inside, several people waited in Henry's residence, each looking somber.

As Freya led Wilder and the others into the courtyard, Henry came out to greet them.