The Luckiest Dumb Doctor-Chapter 520 - Why Did You Do It in the First Place_1

Chapter 520 -520 Why Did You Do It in the First Place_1

Old Master Stuart’s forehead had turned blue from the impact, completely devoid of his usual authority, and he looked rather wretched.

However, he still managed to scoff with tough spirit, “Ha, that’s a secret of the Stuart family. Why should I tell you?”

“Hmm.”

Greg Jensen pondered for a moment, realizing that the Old Master Stuart’s speed was entirely due to that yellow talisman.

In the inheritance of “The Classic of Yin and Yang Union,” there were similar auxiliary charms, so such talismans were not valuable in his eyes.

He crushed the yellow talisman and tossed it away as if it were trash.

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Seeing this, Old Master Stuart’s pupils shrank involuntarily, and a look of agony appeared on his face.

He looked coldly at Greg Jensen and said, “Barry Wolfe, you’ve won. The Stuart family agrees to your terms.”

Greg Jensen glanced at him and responded indifferently, “Agree now? Too late!”

Old Master Stuart’s eyes gleamed with a cold light as he stared fixedly at Greg Jensen, “What exactly do you want?”

“Where is Stuart Nine?”

Greg Jensen couldn’t be bothered to argue with the old man, as he was more eager to know the situation of Stuart Nine, wondering whether this woman had played him for a fool.

Right then, Julian Stuart, who had been injured by Duncan Kong, and Old Third Stuart approached, with Stuart Nine following behind them.

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On the way over, Stuart Nine learned of what had transpired from Old Third Stuart. Although she had braced herself, the sight of Old Seventh Stuart’s body caused her to freeze.

While Old Seventh Stuart was somewhat of a bastard, he had been fairly good to his sister, Stuart Nine, and their bond was deep.

Seeing her Seventh Brother, who had been lively just a short while ago, now reduced to a corpse, Stuart Nine’s tears could no longer be held back, streaming down her cheeks.

At this moment, she had lost the composure she once had, appearing simply as a neighbor’s daughter grieving over her brother’s death.

Julian Stuart, looking at his father slumped on the ground, didn’t dare to help him up. Instead, he walked over to Stuart Nine and whispered, “Nine, we need to address the urgent matters first.”

Stuart Nine turned around, only to see her eldest and third brothers looking at her with earnest and hopeful eyes, clearly seeing her as a lifeline.

“Had I known this would happen, why did I ever start this?”

Stuart Nine let out a wistful smile, took a deep look at Old Seventh Stuart’s body, and then stepped forward to face Greg Jensen.

Greg Jensen, head lowered and face expressionless, gazed at her beautiful but tear-stained face and calmly asked, “Did you reveal my whereabouts?”

Stuart Nine didn’t speak, holding her head high, silently locking eyes with Greg Jensen with defiance.

At this moment, all her grievances surged into her heart.

For this man before her, she had argued with her family, who didn’t understand her and even confined her in a deserted basement.

Yet in the end, this very man was questioning her as well.

Questioning her about her slip of the tongue?

The tears spilled out again, the torrential sorrow extinguishing her burning heart.

“Grandmaster Wolfe… Grandmaster Wolfe, you might have misunderstood; it wasn’t the little sister who disclosed your whereabouts.”

The life and death of the Stuart family now hinged entirely on Stuart Nine. Fearing he might annoy Greg Jensen, Julian Stuart quickly started to explain:

“Your whereabouts were found through the recorder in the car Stuart Nine took when she returned home; it had nothing to do with Stuart Nine.”

Upon hearing this, Greg Jensen realized that he had wronged Stuart Nine. Looking at the woman before him with tearful eyes, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of heartache.

“I’m sorry, I misjudged you.”

He reached out to wipe away her tears, only to have his hand pushed away by her.

Seeing this, Julian Stuart breathed a sigh of relief. He had long sensed something was off with Stuart Nine, and it now seemed that she had indeed developed feelings for Barry Wolfe.

Given that, it seems the lives of the Stuart family have been spared.

He heaved a sigh of relief and couldn’t help but inwardly admire his sister’s foresight. Even before she met Barry Wolfe, she had recognized his potential.

If he had known this earlier, he should have listened to his sister’s advice and not fall out with Barry Wolfe so badly. He should have tried his best to win him over.

Although Barry Wolfe’s terms were somewhat harsh, they could have totally sat down and talked it out.

Having reached this point, not only had the Stuart family lost their dominant position in the Seven Provinces of Northwest, they would probably also have to pay a heavy price.

Of course, from another perspective, the Stuart family has also turned misfortune into a blessing.

With his sister’s connection, the Stuart family could be said to be clinging to Barry Wolfe’s powerful coattails. It was believed that they could quickly regain their past strength and even make further progress.

After all, Barry Wolfe was just one man, always in need of others to manage his industries, and the Stuart family was the best choice for that.

Thinking this way, Julian Stuart felt considerably relieved, his expression became much gentler, and even a hint of a smile appeared.

Looking at the couple before him, who remained silent, he suddenly felt they were quite well-matched.

Although his sister’s talent might not compare to that of their fifth brother, Drake Stuart, her abilities in management were exceptionally outstanding.

If she could combine that with Barry Wolfe’s formidable strength, she was certain to achieve great things in the Seven Provinces of Northwest.

With these two, the Stuart family might one day fulfill the dream that generations had not achieved—becoming the sole ruler of the Seven Provinces of Northwest.

With such thoughts, Julian Stuart couldn’t help feeling a bit excited.

He turned to check on his father’s injuries when suddenly his expression changed drastically, and he involuntarily cried out, “Dad, no…”

Just then, the elder Mr. Stuart’s aged figure tensed up suddenly, covering the distance of four or five meters in a bound, raising the dagger in his hand and stabbing towards Greg Jensen.

Greg Jensen’s thoughts were all on the younger Ms. Stuart, never expecting that the elder Mr. Stuart would dare to take the opportunity to assassinate him.

It must be said, the timing chosen by the elder Mr. Stuart was extremely precise, ensuring that the dagger in his hand stabbed Greg Jensen without any resistance.

However, before he could feel pleased, he discovered that the dagger was as though it had struck steel, even emitting a clang reminiscent of metal striking metal.

Bang!

The intense collision caused the elder Mr. Stuart’s wrist to go numb, and the dagger dropped to the ground immediately.

“Don’t…”

As the younger Ms. Stuart’s cry rang out, Greg Jensen, without thinking, turned and delivered a palm strike.

The stunned elder Mr. Stuart, seemingly still pondering why the dagger hadn’t penetrated, was caught utterly off guard and was struck on the forehead by Greg Jensen’s palm.

Smack!

He flew backward like a kite with its string cut, crashing to the ground with a thud, his body twitching unnaturally.

“Dad…”

The younger Ms. Stuart rushed over to find the elder Mr. Stuart spitting blood profusely, breathing more out than in.

Kneeling on the ground in a panic, she attempted to wipe away the blood, but it gushed out like water from a spring, continuing to flow unabated.

At this scene, Greg Jensen also froze, his animosity was reserved for Julian Stuart alone.

As long as the Stuart family was willing to cooperate, Greg Jensen was naturally willing to spare the Stuart family members.

For this very reason, he had never thought of killing the elder Mr. Stuart.

The palm strike just now was purely an instinctive counterattack, where he even held back some of his strength.

Who could have expected that the elder Mr. Stuart would neither dodge nor escape, but would stand there stiffly, taking the blow as if seeking death.