The Enigmatic Return (Neera and Jean) novel Chapter 711

Karl adopted a stern look and questioned her, "What do you mean? What does Jean's illness have to do with me?"

Emotionless, Neera's demeanor remained cold and aloof. She asked, "Don't you know the vile things you've done to him?"

Vile?

That accusation perplexed everyone present.

Karl scowled, oblivious to the problem.

"Stop making this sound so enigmatic; spill everything you want to say!"

"Since you demand it, I would enlighten you," Neera rebuked unceremoniously. "You had a plot with outsiders to set your own brother up. You sent in a quack physician, endangering his health and leaving him in a terrible situation. How dare you accuse me of making things mysterious!"

Neera's growing rage was fueled by the realization that he was responsible for introducing Thora.

Karl was taken aback. He snapped back angrily, "Neera, stop slandering me!"

Indignant, even Frederic cast an angry glance in her direction. He chided, "Mind your language! What sort of crap are you talking about?"

He clearly didn't have faith in her.

Neera's smile became icier as she showed no regard for this old man.

"Please do not lecture me! Do you think you're qualified to do that? If you both hadn't turned a blind eye and allowed others to mess up with his health, would Jean have ended up in this situation?

"I know. You've been eager to find a replacement for me, but did you truly vet who Thora really is? Were you genuinely concerned about Jean's well-being? Don't you realize your actions nearly cost him his life?"

Toward the end of her retardation, Frederic lost his balance and almost collapsed to the ground.

"Dad!" Joseph cried out, rushing to his side to support him. "Take it easy!"

He looked over his shoulder and asked urgently, "What are you talking about? Nearly cost Jean his life? We have no knowledge of this."

Ian was astounded to see Neera's formidable combat power and how she lashed out at anyone.

He quickly walked forward and gently tugged on her sleeve, signaling, "Mrs. Beauvort, please calm down. We should focus on the matter at hand."

Rage consumed Neera. Her chest heaved as her fumes continued to flare. She simply said to Ian, "You speak!"

Knowing she was still upset, Ian had to intervene and explain to Frederic.

"Mr. Frederic, she's telling the truth. There's an issue with the physician that Mr. Karl introduced earlier. That individual had covertly researched Mr. Beauvort's health before their consultation.

"Although the doctor's treatment may have temporarily improved his condition, it was actually a harmful short-term fix.

"While momentarily effective, this approach is a ticking time bomb! The relapse would be excruciatingly painful. His recent absence from work and weakened state have been caused by this."

Frederic had greater trust in Ian than he did in Neera.

The gravity of Ian's words made Frederic's face drain color. He seemed completely bewildered as he stared into Jean's eyes.

"What? How could this have happened?"

Karl, however, contorted his face in anger, instantly retorting, "Nonsense!"

Ian, upon seeing Karl, secretly wished he could give Karl a good beating.

He coldly stared at him and clarified, "I speak the truth. The physician had malevolent intentions. And remember, she came under the recommendation of Mr. Clarence."

He paused at a point, then cast a prolonged and meaningful glance at Peter.

"Mr. Peter, if my guess is correct, Your son received treatment from the same physician that Mr. Clarence recommended, correct? Later, she used the same technique to nearly murder my boss. Can you be sure of your son's safety? Do you still vouch for Mr. Clarence's place in the company?"

The impact of his words caused a commotion throughout the room.

Clarence flew into a thunderous rage.

"Nonsense! You made all these up on your own. Jean has always been frail. The physician I sourced is top-notch and clearly stabilized Jean's health. Jean's own weakness is what led to the sudden outbreak. Why did you twist the facts to make me look bad?"

Neera's gaze was chilling.

Aggression was written all over her lovely face.

"Whether it's a twisted truth or not, I think you should know the best. Your outbursts here won't change reality. No amount of shouting would change the facts."

She shifted her gaze and gave Peter a chilly look.

"Uncle Peter, someone of your stature should have the wisdom to know that long-term illnesses need consistent and prolonged good care to gradually improve. There is no quick fix.

"Even if the legendary genius doctor was alive, he couldn't heal a patient in a single session. I'm sure, over the years, you've sought countless expert opinions regarding your son's health. You should have some ideas."