Chapter 1011

Back when Montgomery was in Chetvine, he ran into trouble. In the end, it was Marvin who stepped in to help, and that was how the bond between their families began.

Walking ahead, Luna asked, “How is Marvin doing these days?”

Andrew replied, “Perfectly fine. He still puts away full plates at every meal. What worries me is his refusal to find a wife and settle down.”

Luna frowned. “You’re his junior, and your flippant attitude displeases me. Moreover, an elder’s affairs are none for you to casually judge.”

Andrew said flatly, “I’m speaking within reason. No issue here.”

Luna stopped walking and turned, her face icy. “Marvin once saved my grandfather’s life. That’s why I respect him. But you? All you’ve done is cause trouble and pick up bad habits.

“Out of respect for Marvin, the Phelan family is willing to give you a place in the capital. But if you keep this lazy, hopeless attitude, we don’t take in trash.”

Luna was never one to argue. After all, no one around her was worth her attention, let alone her anger. Yet, Andrew’s words stirred something in her calm heart.

She thought maybe he was so rotten to the core that it triggered her disdain. If even she could not stand the sight of him, that was a talent in itself.

Francis growled, “Andrew, remember this: The only reason you’re stepping into the Phelan estate is out of respect for Marvin. Otherwise, you’d already be a corpse rotting in some back alley in the capital.”

Andrew shrugged. “First, I never asked for the Phelan family’s charity. So, Ms. Phelan, Francis, spare me the condescension. Second, I’m only here because Marvin asked me to check on Mr. Phelan Senior. Otherwise, I’d never set foot in this nightmare you call home.”

Francis flushed with rage. “Ms. Luna, did you hear this brat’s nonsense? Let’s just throw him out. He doesn’t deserve an audience with Mr. Phelan Senior!”

Luna sneered. “It’s fine. The Phelan family welcomes all–geniuses, prodigies, and even mediocre deadweights.”

Andrew was getting annoyed. If he had known earlier, he would not have listened to Marvin.

He silently grumbled, “So much for the Phelans being a top-tier family in the capital–everyone here is an idiot! Francis was bad enough, an old man still posturing like a big shot when he was actually just here to serve Montgomery. And Luna? A young major-general, a true prodigy–but arrogance was the worst sin of all.

If not for his promise to Marvin, Andrew would have walked out already.

After winding through opulent halls, they reached Montgomery’s room. Inside, a crowd of specialists–doctors, professors, and experts–debated his condition.

The capital’s famed miracle doctor, Mosby Lake, declared, “Mr. Phelan Senior just has mild indigestion and a seasonal chill. A single prescription to regulate his blood flow will suffice.”

The others hurried to agree.

“Dr. Mosby’s genius diagnosis strikes again!”

“No one in the capital compares–where he goes, illness flees!”