Aaron worked swiftly and proficiently, administering first aid to Powell. In just a few minutes, he had given Powell an injection and had him swallow a pill from a bottle he pulled out from his pocket.
Charles Turner’s brow furrowed even deeper. He knew that the medicine injected into Powell was merely to stimulate the patient’s heartbeat and temporarily stabilize vital signs, but it couldn’t completely resolve the problem.
Although the medicine Aaron used was advanced, Charles, as a seasoned doctor, could naturally judge its effectiveness.
Soon, clarity returned to Powell’s eyes, and the pallor in his face began to regain some color. Powell felt as if he had been given a new lease on life. He immediately sat up from the bed and said earnestly to Aaron, “Thank you, truly, I want to give you all my assets.”
Aaron gave a slight smile, then looked at Charles and said respectfully, “Grandfather, I’ve done my best.”
Russell, standing to the side, also began to smile, as if his son had already become the heir to the Turner family.
Charles’s expression darkened, and he said coldly, “You call this a cure?!”
“This…” The smile on Aaron’s face froze, and he grimaced, saying, “Isn’t this considered a cure?”
Charles snapped, “Kneel down!”
Aaron, frightened, immediately knelt on the ground, keeping his head low and not daring to speak.
Powell, who had just been excited, was also scared into silence upon hearing Charles’s words.
Wasn’t he cured?
But why did he feel like he had no problems at all?
He felt full of energy from head to toe!
Charles, however, paid him no attention and kept his gaze fixed on Aaron, asking, “Where did you learn this treatment method? And that medicine! Who gave it to you?”
Powell’s current condition was clearly just the result of forcibly stimulating his body’s functions; he could, at most, live for another five days.
Aaron swallowed nervously, mustered his courage, looked at Charles, and said, “Grandfather, this treatment method and the medicine were taught and given to me by someone else! Grandfather, you haven’t taught any of us your treatment methods to this day.I had no choice but to learn from others.”
Aaron’s eyes were wide open, his expression passionate, a stark contrast to his humble demeanor just moments before.
He almost roared, “Grandfather, do you intend to take your exquisite medical skills to the grave? Am I really your grandson?”
Charles Turner’s expression darkened even more.
Was this his grandson?
Was this the future of the Turner family?
He walked up to Aaron, hand raised, intending to slap this unfilial grandson, but ultimately did not follow through. “My medical skills, even after my death, will not be passed on to anyone!” Charles finally declared, “Reflect on your actions, if you don’t understand, don’t leave the house.”
“Reflect? What do I have to reflect on? I cured the patient; from now on, I am the head of the Turner family!” Aaron stood up and said to Charles, “Grandfather, you are old, it’s time for you to retire!”
As he finished speaking, the sound of a scuffle came from outside the door.
“You!” Charles was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Calvin rebuked, “Aaron! Are you trying to rebel?”
“It’s already started!” Russell flicked a dagger from his sleeve, and in a flash, it was held against Calvin’s neck.
The door was opened, and Sean led a group of men dressed in black into the room.
Charles said in a deep voice, “Sean, arrest these rebellious descendants for me!”
Charles spoke in a deep voice, “Sean, seize these traitors of the family for me!”
However, Sean laughed, “Sir, you are of such an age now, some powers should be relinquished. I’m not on your side anymore.”
“You!!” Charles never expected that Sean, who had followed him for so many years, would also betray him. Coupled with Aaron’s attitude, he experienced a surge of rage and fainted.
Seeing the situation turning south, Alice rushed to support her grandfather, “Brother, enough! Are you trying to anger Grandfather to death?”
Aaron didn’t respond, checked the time, and said to his father, “Dad, let Calvin sign the necessary contracts first.”
Russell was also not idling, instructing people to bring out all kinds of contracts that had been prepared in advance, and then placed a pen in front of Calvin: “Big brother, just sign it, and I won’t make things difficult for you anymore. Alice is just a girl, don’t let her worry about our family’s business.”
Calvin took a deep breath and said, “Russell, this has been premeditated for a long time, hasn’t it? Even Sean has been bought by you.”
“Of course, if Sean wasn’t on my side, how would I dare to act?” Russell sneered, “Big brother, there’s no need for more words now. Sign it, and I assure you and Alice will have a worry-free life. I’ll find a good husband for Alice and arrange her marriage.”
Calvin didn’t want to say more, picked up the pen, and without even looking, began to sign, “Russell, there are others behind you, aren’t there? Who did Aaron learn that special treatment method from?”
“Travis, as you know,” Russell smiled, “Now I realize, there really are gods in this world. With Travis protecting the Turner family, we will surely become the foremost prestigious family in the world.”
Hearing this name, Alice also slightly paused, realizing that the incident that happened at home today was actually orchestrated by Travis behind the scenes.
She helped Charles sit down and gently patted his back to help him breathe. Then, she took out a first-aid kit from her bag and administered some basic first aid to Charles Turner, who slowly regained consciousness. “Grandfather, don’t worry, I’ll ask my master to save us,” Alice whispered in Charles’s ear, ready to call William for help.
Charles, however, grabbed her hand, “Don’t disturb him; this is a family matter for the Turners…”
He already felt indebted to William; involving him in such disgraceful family matters would be shameless.
“Why? I…” Alice still wanted to inform William. Although Travis had agreed to help her and even act as a buffer, she was unsure of what he would do in this situation. If William were here, she would feel much more at ease.
Charles, however, gripped her hand tighter, shaking his head continually, “Don’t call him! Don’t disturb him!”
This was probably Charles’s last stubbornness. If William really did come and quelled the family chaos, his guilt would only deepen.
“Fine! Okay! I won’t call him!” Alice didn’t understand why, but seeing her grandfather so agitated, she feared if she insisted on calling William, her grandfather might pass away from anger.
“Let them do as they please.” Charles closed his eyes, his face pale, seemingly nearing the end of his life.