Chapter 298
Chapter 298:
Abram could not contain his laughter.
Once his laughter subsided, he turned to incite the onlookers who remained gathered around.
“Everyone present, bear witness to this. I am not being unreasonable. You all saw that I allowed him an hour to prepare a solution. If his remedy fails to cure me, and if he dares to accuse me of causing a scene, I expect you all to support me!”
The few individuals strategically placed by Beal among the crowd promptly voiced their support.
“Rest assured, I’ve witnessed everything. If he fails to keep his promise, I will be the first to protest!”
“Absolutely! We will not tolerate such deceitful practices. If necessary, we will involve the police, standing on the side of righteousness!”
Other onlookers joined in one by one.
An average person might have been unsettled by such a spectacle. Even Rosalie felt a growing sense of concern for Ashton.
Nevertheless, Ashton remained unfazed, nodding as he handed the bowl to Abram.
“This is an ointment. Apply it directly to the affected areas and give it a moment.”
Abram hesitated, then laughed scornfully. “You made me wait so long for this? This basic topical treatment is supposed to cure my condition? Are you suggesting that the doctors I’ve paid so much for are worthless?”
Ashton shook his head and replied, “I intend no disrespect. I happen to know how to treat your condition—Purple Dragon Patches. If it proves ineffective, I will submit myself to your judgment.”
Abram’s expression shifted slightly. Ashton actually knew the name of his disease—Purple Dragon Patches? Could it be that he genuinely knew how to cure it?
In that moment, Abram felt a flicker of anxiety.
Lᴀtｅst chᴀptєrs in g𝑎lnovels.𝒸ο𝑚
What if Ashton actually managed to cure him? Wouldn’t that thwart Sup Group’s plans?
But his worry was fleeting. Abram struggled to believe that Ashton truly possessed the ability to cure him.
Abram inhaled deeply before gingerly applying the herbal ointment Ashton had concocted to the afflicted area.
Though the ointment appeared sticky and somewhat repulsive, a refreshing, cooling sensation quickly radiated from the application site, spreading throughout Abram’s body.
Aside from that initial cooling effect, Abram noticed nothing out of the ordinary.
Abram chuckled derisively. “Is this your so-called ‘cure’? I don’t feel anything remarkable at all. Are you just trying to save face by using some random cooling ointment to fob me off?”
Ashton shook his head calmly. “Patience, it takes time for the medicine to take effect.”
Abram scoffed, “It seems you’re merely stalling for time. This medicine is utterly useless; it might even aggravate my symptoms!”
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