The Great Medical Saint (Matthew) novel Chapter 652

Matthew couldn't believe his ears. He had never met anyone who talked about themselves that way. For some reason, it stirred up a twinge of sadness inside him.

"I can tell that's not really you."

Kingston coldly responded, "I don't need you to justify who I am. This is just how I am. Don't count on me being grateful. That's just not going to happen. Besides, I don't have Plague Compendium and Miracle Healing Banner you wanted. Just leave."

Running into a tough nut to crack, Matthew scratched his head. He was totally stumped. But he just didn't want to walk away.

"Oh, right. I just remembered. The Fullers of Mistvale City will be here soon. After they get here, the first thing on their mind will be taking revenge against you. I can't leave until I help you deal with them."

At first, Matthew couldn't find an excuse to stick around, stumbling over his words until he finally figured out a decent reason.

Kingston coldly stated, "You don't have to get involved in my matters. I can handle what comes next."

Matthew shook his head. "No way. I'm the one who pulled the trigger on Julian. I got us into this mess, so I can't let you take the fall for it."

Kingston fixed his cold gaze on Matthew. Realizing he was stuck with Matthew, he responded in resignation, "In that case, just stay here."

After saying that, he sighed in defeat as he slumped his shoulders as if he had lost all his strength. He slouched, looking like he was hunched over.

His already frail body looked like a candle in the wind, ready to go out at any moment. Unlike the cold and boisterous attitude from earlier when he chased Matthew away, his demeanor was totally different.

Matthew breathed a sigh of relief. He finally got to stick around. He followed Kingston into the house. The moment he stepped inside, he furrowed his brows.

Inside the house was a total disaster. The table was filled with empty booze bottles, two empty instant noodle boxes, and several cigarette packs.

That ashtray was stacked high with cigarette butts. If it weren't for some careful balancing, it would've fallen over a long time ago.

On top of that, the couch was a mess with clothes scattered everywhere. There were dirty socks scattered on the floor as well.

Undeniably, the hygiene situation was pretty concerning. Even as a man, Matthew disapproved of it.

To make matters worse, Matthew couldn't find a spot to sit, so he could only move around. "I'm just going to check out your place."

Kingston nonchalantly remarked, "Do whatever you want."

With that, he plopped down and rummaged through the drawer. After finding a pack of instant noodles, he started boiling some water to cook them.

Matthew frowned. The cleanliness of this place was just unbearable.