The Great Medical Saint (Matthew) novel Chapter 827

Marilyn screamed as she ran out of the villa. Then, she leaned against the wall, throwing up.

Tony coldly remarked, "Can you honestly still call yourself a good daughter, you heartless wretch? Jay's body is filled with maggots, and you didn't even know. How dare you talk about being grateful? I've never heard of such ingratitude in all of history. You'll be remembered in shame for ages."

Marilyn dropped to the ground with a thud, her delicate face filled with fear and horror. All those wriggling maggots sent chills down her spine. She never expected Jay to be reduced to this state.

A wave of regret, guilt, and fear washed over Marilyn, leaving her mind completely blank.

Another car arrived at the door. As the door opened, three people stepped out of the car—Darius, Karina, and Benson. Benson wasn't alone as he had a little dog in his arms.

Feeling emotional, Darius looked at Tony. "Now that we're back, you can rest easy, Uncle Tony. The three of us will take care of everything. You don't need to worry about a thing."

Tony felt touched when he heard Darius say that. Now, this was a man who could take charge.

With a relieved nod, Tony added, "Now that you're here, I feel more at ease. I only came back to my senses today and came here to find Jay. I didn't expect he'd be gone so suddenly. Make arrangements for his body and the burial quickly."

Darius nodded and glanced at Benson. "Let's go inside and see what needs to be done for the body."

Benson looked troubled. "My dog's sick, and he's really timid. He's scared of the dead. You handle the dead body, and I'll cover the funeral costs."

Darius narrowed his eyes, his gaze turning sharp. "I don't need the money. Let's go together, and you can help out."

Realizing he couldn't avoid it, Benson patted his dog's head and comforted it, "Bear with it. Just don't open your eyes, and you won't be afraid."

He gently patted the dog a few times, like soothing a kid. Then, he walked into the villa with Darius.

Watching them go in, Tony shook his head a little. "What's the point of raising a son? He's worried about his dog being scared, but he doesn't care about Jay's body. That's his own dad, and yet he values the dog more."

Matthew nonchalantly remarked, "Some people act like people, and some stoop lower than dogs. That's how they're close to their dogs."