Save Myself from Desperation

Zain knew Leonard’s address and gave it to Valentin.

Valentin, accompanied by his men, went there following the address.

It was a house with a yard, situated near the countryside. The yard gate was a wooden fence, left unlocked and wide open.

The yard was adorned with numerous flowers. Despite being nighttime, the blossoms emitted a different kind of fragrance under the cool moonlight.

Walking through the yard to the front of the house, they saw warm yellow light shining through the windows. It seemed like he had gone to bed yet.

However, just as Valentin approached the door, a familiar voice came from inside before he could knock. “Old man, are you coming or not?”

He recognized the voice was Andrew's

Valentin narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking, ‘Why is he here?

‘Is he here, too, looking for Leonard? Is he calling Leonard old man?”

After Andrew asked that question, a robust elderly voice followed. “Not going! I've said a hundred times I’m not going!” Valentin glanced at his men behind him, signaling them to be quiet, then knocked on the door.

Aknocking sound echoed. The robust elderly voice sounded again. “Come in! So many guests tonight.”

Following the words, Valentin pushed open the door. The scene before him made him unusually stunned.

The room was illuminated by orange light, and there was a round table. With white hair but spirited, Leonard sat on a chair next to the table.

Meanwhile, Andrew sat casually on the table, his right leg hanging down and a silver pistol in his hand, pointing directly at Leonard's head.

Andrew casually glanced when he heard the door open. Spotting Valentin approaching, he showed no surprise and returned his gaze to Leonard.

60 pter 366 “Old man, I’m asking you again. Are you going or not?”

Leonard, unafraid of the gun on his head, grunted heavily. “I am not going! I’ve said it a hundred times. | dislike this rude way. It doesn’t matter how many times you ask.”

Upon hearing this, Valentin immediately gestured to his men to stay in the yard and hide the ropes they had. He had initially prepared for the worst. If Leonard refused to help despite everything, they would have to take him forcibly.

Now, hearing Leonard’s refusal due to his dislike for impoliteness, Valentin fell silent for a moment and spoke in a cold tone. “Mr. Ferguson, it’s late, and bothering you is regrettable. But there’s an urgent patient who needs your medical attention.”

Upon hearing this, Leonard immediately cast a disapproving glance at Andrew, complaining, “Look at him, so courteous. Not like you.”

Andrew was speechless, thinking, ‘Courteous? Valentin, you cunning rascal! Don’t think | haven’t spotted your gang lurking outside in the yard.

However, Leonard looked at Valentin with a distant attitude. “I’m getting on in years, and my energy isn’t what it used to be. I’ve retired from treating patients. Please leave.”

Valentin frowned slightly, confirming what his grandfather had said. Leonard was stubborn and wouldn't easily come out to help.

Watching Leonard refuse to yield, Andrew remarked, “Old man, you owe me a favor. Now, | need you to treat an illness and save a life. Can’t you do that? What happened to your word?”

Leonard became agitated. “I’m a man of my word. | promised you a favor, and I'll stick to it. But treating an illness is out of the question. I’ve retired and made it clear | won’t be practicing medicine anymore. Give me a different condition.”

Andrew refused. “I’m not changing it.”

Leonard was angry and said, “You... Aren't you making it difficult for me?” Andrew sneered, “Yeah, I’m making it difficult for you.” Leonard couldn’t find words to respond, but he did not dare to confront

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Andrew either. He reached for a water glass on the side and took several gulps of water.

Valentin understood now. Andrew and Leonard knew each other. Also, Leonard owed Andrew a favor.

However, even Andrew using this favor to force Leonard to treat an illness didn’t work.

Valentin’s gaze swept around the room, noticing several rare oil paintings. hanging on the wall. Apparently, Leonard loved oil paintings.

Stepping forward, Valentin said, “Mr. Ferguson, you seem to like Duncan Bernstein’s paintings.”

Leonard's eyes lit up at the mention of Duncan, pointing to a painting on the wall. “Yes, | like him. I’ve collected many of his works.”

Valentin spoke calmly. “I just checked. You don’t have his Maple Leaves here. If you like it, | can give it to you as a gift.” Leonard was surprised. “You have Maple Leaves?” Valentin nodded.

Leonard straightened his beard, half-believing. “You want to give it to me? What’s the condition? Don’t tell me you want me to treat an illness. again.”

Valentin said, “Yes, there’s a critical patient. If you attend to her, | will give you Maple Leaves, and if you fancy other paintings, consider them all yours.”

Leonard was taken aback, thinking it was such a big offer.

If those words were from someone else, he wouldn't believe it.

But with Valentin, he knew better. It wasn’t just talk. He could make it happen. The painting Maple Leaves was something he truly liked, but going out

to treat an illness...

Leonard was conflicted.

After a few minutes, he shook his head with a pained expression. “No, | said | won't treat patients anymore. | won't go back on my word.”

When Valentin heard this, his eyes suddenly darkened.

Andrew’s face had already become extremely unpleasant. “Old man, you want us to do this the hard way?” Leonard glanced at the gun pointed at his head. “You’ve already given me the hard way.”

Andrew sneered, “Then why aren’t you going to treat the illness?”

Leonard replied, “I’ve said | won't treat patients anymore. How can | go back on my word?”

Valentin closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened it again, the urgent and icy tone returned to a deliberately suppressed calm. “Mr. Ferguson, my wife’s life is in danger. | hope you can take a look. No matter what your conditions are, | can meet them.”

Leonard’s expression suddenly changed upon hearing this. “What did you just say?”

Valentin repeated. “No matter what your conditions are, | can meet them.”

Leonard became anxious, abruptly rising from his chair. “I’m asking about the words before that. Your wife’s life is in danger? Your wife... Isn’t she Ashley?”

Valentin affirmed. “Yes.” even Andrew heard the “yes,” his face turning more unpleasant.

Leonard was anxious and said, “What happened to her? What illness doe she have? The patient you want me to treat is Ashley?”

After saying this, he looked at Andrew. “The one you want me to treat is Ashley as well?” Valentin and Andrew exchanged glances and nodded simultaneously.

Leonard suddenly understood, patting his thigh. “You should say it sooner! If it’s Ashley, | don’t need anything. I'll go treat her right away! What’s happening? How is her life at risk?”

Andrew narrowed his eyes slightly. “Old man, your attitude...”

Leonard stiffened his neck. “What's wrong with my attitude? I’m a huge fan of Ashley, Aurora Easel, | love her art! | even follow her news online.”

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As he spoke, he pulled out an old phone from his pocket. The font on the screen was huge, and he had been following a lot of news about Ashley online.

Leonard even paid attention to the family recognition banquet today. No wonder he knew that Ashley was Valentin’s wife. Both Valentin and Andrew were at a loss for words.

They didn’t expect that he was a fan of Ashley.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

After all the efforts to persuade him, offering all kinds of benefits, nothing worked as effectively as the name “Ashley.” They should have mentioned Ashley’s name earlier.

Upon hearing that Ashley was ill, Leonard didn’t need further encouragement from Valentin and Andrew. He hastily rushed out, even faster than them.