The Man's Decree novel Chapter 172

Walter was well-respected and had vast connections, so it would be a piece of cake for him to find a skilled doctor. However, Walter immediately surmised that Kieran’s wife wasn’t simply sick after hearing about her condition. For that reason, he went to Jared. Soon, they arrived at a courtyard with Kieran leading the way. The courtyard was exceedingly small, housing only three brick rooms, while a corner was dedicated to rearing chickens and ducks.

 

An unpleasant stench hung in the air. The moment they stepped into the courtyard, Josephine’s brows furrowed slightly. She clapped a hand over her nose and mouth, repulsed by the malodor, as she seldom visited such a place. Conversely, Jared wasn’t perturbed, as he had lived in a village for more than ten years before moving to the city with his mother. No sooner had they entered the house than the shrieks of a woman from the room on their left drifted into their ears.

Her voice was shrill and sounded particularly terrifying. “Ahh! I’m going to kill you all! I’m going to execute the lot of you! I’m now the queen, and I want to sentence you all to death!” Her screams and wails scared Josephine so much that she went as pale as a sheet. She clutched at Jared’s sleeve, regretting her decision to come with him.

Kieran then opened the room door on the left, revealing an elderly woman in her sixties with white hair and a wrinkled face screeching madly right then. There was nothing in the room save a single bed. The second the elderly woman saw someone entering the room, she leaped onto the bed. “Who are the lot of you? How dare you barge into my palace? I’m going to have you all arrested!” she bellowed with widened eyes.

“I found someone to look you over, Darling. Please stop kicking up a fuss.” Kieran went over to soothe his wife. Unexpectedly, the elderly woman darted forward and bit him hard before sprinting over to the corner. “Oh, well…” Kieran heaved a helpless sigh at that turn of events. “How long has your wife been in such a condition? And does she remain mentally unstable all the time?” Jared asked Kieran. “It’s been seven or eight days now.

Alas, she started acting up that night.” “Kieran’s son passed away some years ago from an accident, Mr. Chance,” Walter hastily explained to Jared. As Jared looked at Kieran and his wife, a wealth of sympathy filled him. Ah, losing a child at old age is the most tragic thing ever! “Did anything strange happen after the two of you went to the cemetery?”