Chapter 3: Such Arrogance!

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"Where's the jade pendant my mentor gave you? Hand it over now!" Silas demanded. The pendant held crucial information about his lineage, and it was imperative to get it back. Kelsey shook her head and replied, "I never wore that worthless item. It's probably lying in some corner." Fearing Kelsey might say something offensive and provoke the Smut family, Anthony quickly interrupted, "Silas, we'll return it to you once we find it!" Silas nodded. "Okay, I'll give you three days." With that, Silas left with Chandler and the others. Kelsey couldn't help but exclaim, "Grandpa, how can you let Silas push you around? He's just a poor country boy!" Anthony sighed. "I'm just cautious about the Smut family! It's strange. How did he get associated with them?" At that moment, Jared pointed to a message on his phone. "Check out this photo on social media. A buddy of mine took it on a whim." Everyone peered at the image showing Silas talking to Rhea after changing a tire. "There was news about wild dogs attacking hikers in the mountains, and Rhea loves hiking. Silas probably chased them off, earning her gratitude." "Since Chandler is all about his reputation and dotes on his granddaughter, it's no surprise he'd thank Silas in person." Anthony nodded. "That makes the most sense! I knew a penniless, talentless boy couldn't possibly be acquainted with the Smuts. I'm sure Chandler will forget about him soon enough." "Alright, the Lyson family and other guests will arrive shortly. Let's focus on the engagement." Outside the Goulty Manor, Silas questioned, "Ms. Smut, you came to me to treat your grandfather, right?" Silas didn't believe she was truly interested in buying the beautifying remedy. Chandler was taken aback. "Mr. Cutmore, can you tell that I'm ill?" Silas nodded. "Your condition is much more severe! Even with medication, you're experiencing frequent blackouts, aren't you? Next time you faint, you'll need to amputate your arms to increase blood flow to your brain to wake up." "But even if you do wake, you'll fall into a permanent coma in a month!" Both Chandler and Rhea were stunned. She hadn't mentioned her grandfather's condition to Silas at all. Yet he described it perfectly! Upon hearing the severity of her grandfather's illness, Rhea pleaded anxiously, "Mr. Cutmore, please treat my grandfather." Chandler, equally agitated, exclaimed, "Mr. Cutmore, if you can treat me, I'll pay you a billion-dollar consultation fee!" Without hesitation, he wrote a check for a billion. Silas, new to Eastville and indeed short on funds and a place to stay, accepted it, saying, "Since you trust me, I'll treat him. Find a place first." Chandler offered, "Mr. Cutmore, can we go to my house?" Silas agreed, "That works." They headed to the Smut Manor. The place was grand and ancient, worth billions in this prime real estate area. Upon entering, Chandler warmly invited, "Mr. Cutmore, please have a seat. Rhea, pour Mr. Cutmore some tea." Before Rhea could pour the tea, Chandler suddenly cried out in pain and collapsed. Rhea was frantic. "Mr. Cutmore, please save my grandfather!" She feared he might not recover. Silas waved a hand. "No need to worry. It's a minor ailment." As he spoke, he pulled out silver needles. "A minor ailment? Such bold claims!" a voice interrupted. Rhea's father, Nick Smut, entered with several others. In their midst was Wayne Casson, one of Eastville's Four Divine Healers! It was Wayne who had spoken, his expression dark and displeased. Nick quickly said, "Rhea, is this your friend? Get him out of here! We can't let him mess with Dr. Casson's treatment." Rhea insisted, "Father, this is Silas Cutmore, the divine healer I invited for Grandpa!" Nick became increasingly anxious. Wayne had declared he would be seclusion for a week to study medicine and wouldn't see patients. Nick had arranged through Carter Cole, director of Easte Hospital, who had once been Casson's student, to have him treat Chandler as soon as possible. Yet now, Rhea insisted on Silas being a divine healer. That was, in a way, humiliating to Wayne. Carter, frustrated and angry, retorted, "A divine healer in his twenties? Even Dr. Casson, one of Eastville's Four Divine Healers, wouldn't call this a minor ailment! This kid's gotta be a fraud." Silas frowned. "If I were a fraud, would Mr. Smut Sr. have offered me a billion for my treatment?" He tossed the billion-dollar check. Seeing Chandler's signature, Nick was even more distressed! Wayne's fee was only a million—just a fraction of what Silas received! This was sure to upset him. Indeed, Wayne's expression shifted! Carter, both angry and annoyed, demanded, "Nick, what is the meaning of this?!" Nick immediately responded, "Dr. Casson, Mr. Cole, I'll remove him right away!" Wayne, however, waved him off. "No!" "Since this young man was invited as well, he must have some skills." "I've been a traditional healer for fifty-two years, and I'm curious to see if his skills are really a hundred times better than mine, just like his fee!" Nick was alarmed by this. "Dr. Casson, please don't..." Wayne cut him off, "My mind is made up!" Rhea hesitated. What if Silas had only cured her by chance? After all, her grandfather's illness was ten times worse. Could Wayne, a divine healer with fifty years of experience, really be outdone by a young man like Silas?

Chapter 3: Such Arrogance!

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