The Great Medical Saint

Alistair was in unbearable pain, but he still had a sliver of sense left. "A-Aren't you Matthew?"

Even when he was desperately clinging to his life, his assassin's instincts made him stay on guard.

The thought that it might be Matthew terrified him. If he made the call, his whole family could fall into Matthew's hands. That'd be a total disaster.

Matthew responded with a question, "Who's Matthew? I don't know that guy. If you want to reach out to him, please give me his phone number. I'll call him for you."

Alistair hurriedly shouted, "No! Don't contact him."

Matthew added, "Let me introduce myself. I'm Sebastian from Campbell Town. I sell alcohol, and I'm here for a business meeting. When I saw a crowd gathered here, I thought I'd check out what was going on. I didn't expect to find you hurt like this, and no one's even stepping in to help. What's wrong with people these days?"

Alistair fell silent. He had killed a dozen people with bees. If this man called an ambulance and he passed out, the hospital staff would definitely report it to the police. Then, he'd be in deep trouble. One wrong move and all his past crimes would come to light.

As for reaching out to Nathan, Alistair had no way to do it. It was always Nathan who contacted him.

As for friends, Alistair didn't seem to have a single one he could trust with his life. After thinking it over, the only people he could rely on were his mom and dad-his family.

Gritting his teeth, he made his decision and weakly said, "Call my parents. Here's their number."

With that, he shared their home number.

That area code rang a bell for Matthew. It was from Ylanta, a neighboring city. It'd take less than an hour to drive here from Ylanta.

He pulled out his phone and dialed the home number. "Hello."

An old woman's voice came through the phone. "W-Who are you looking for? Alistair isn't at home."

Matthew thought for a second before replying, "He's hurt. He's lying at the entrance of Silverbrook Village located in the Brackenridge district of Lambda City right now-"

Before Matthew could finish his sentence, the woman's worried voice interrupted, "What happened to Alistair? Where is he hurt? Is it serious?"

The old woman's voice on the other end was trembling, and her worry was more than obvious.

Matthew was straight with the old woman. "He got stung all over by bees and has welts everywhere. He probably needs to go to the hospital. You should come quickly."

The old woman's voice sounded on the line again. "Are you his friend or something?"

Matthew felt like saying he was Alistair's enemy. If he didn't need more information about The Misfortune's Veil, he couldn't even care less about Alistair.

The Misfortune's Veil was discreet in their assassination approaches. He didn't want Stanley, Lillian, and Lorraine living in danger, so he had to get rid of The Misfortune's Veil completely.

He iterated what he had said earlier, "I'm just a passerby. I saw him hurt and couldn't just ignore him, so I made this call."

The woman on the line was momentarily taken aback, seemingly surprised by Matthew's response.noveldrama

She suddenly got all worked up as

she said, "Thank you so much! I

really appreciate you saving him. IET

get the chance, I'll definitely thank you in person. I have another request. Please stay and watch over him. My husband and I will be there in no time."

Matthew furrowed his brows as he still needed to pick Lorraine up from kindergarten. Plus, he didn't want to be tog close to someone on the brink of death. He feared he'd end up feeling compassion.

"Sorry. I'm busy, and I need to attend to my family."

The old woman on the line sobbed and pleaded, "I'm begging you. Don't leave. I'll

be worried about him if no one is with him. Can you please look after him for an hour? We'll be there soon."