Charles Turner originally planned to call the police directly, but after a brief thought, he felt that this incident within the family should not be made known to the outside world.
The consequences it could bring to the conglorate were imasurable. Now that Calvin was the head of the family, it would be better to wait for him to make a decision and arrange the next steps.
After doing all this, Travis broke out in a cold sweat. Standing in front of Alice, he asked with a smiling face, "Miss Turner, are you satisfied with what I've done?"
"It's fine." Alice was no fool; she could certainly tell that Travis must have had a hand in her uncle's betrayal this ti, but she didn't want to fall out with Travis, especially with William not around.
"Then, please don't worry about this matter, Miss." Travis was truly walking on thin ice, fearing that Alice would report him to William, which would surely lead to an ugly end for him.
From his brief encounter with William that night, Travis could see that William was definitely not soone who was soft-hearted. If it weren't for Alice's plea, he might already be dead.
"Don't worry, I won't tell my master," Alice, a clever person, understood what this man was trying to convey.
"Thank you, Miss. Whatever you ask to do in the future, I will do it without complaint." For the sake of survival, Travis was completely shaless, groveling, and epitomizing humility.
"You stay here and watch; I'll help my grandfather back to his room." Alice, fearing any further mishaps, decided it was better to have Travis watch over things here.
As for the subsequent matters, Alice trusted her father would handle them well; there was no need for her to worry. Charles, too, was uninterested in watching further. He stood up and, with Alice's support, headed towards the courtyard.
At this mont, Sean was still lying semi-conscious in the hall. Charles rely glanced at him without saying much.
Sean was a Soulmancer, but ten years ago, he was gravely injured while being pursued by enemies. It was Charles Turner who saved him, and therefore he had sworn allegiance to Charles.
But now, he had still betrayed Charles Turner.
It was like when William had saved them years ago, bringing them along as servants, yet treating them like family.
In the end, they still inevitably turned against each other.
Had it not been for William's imnse strength, he might have already t his end in the Taylor family estate when he went to find Jas Taylor.
Essentially, their actions were no different from Sean's.
"This is retribution!"
Charles stepped out of the hall and let out a long sigh as he gazed at the night sky. He took a few steps, his legs buckling. Had Alice not been supporting him, he would have likely fallen.
Alice asked, "Grandfather, are you alright?"
"I'm fine. Go back, treat Powell, and I will go to my room. I want to look at that painting again."
Alice was incredibly anxious inside. She held Charles's hand tightly, feeling the weak pulse under her grip, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Grandpa, should I bring Master over?"
William had taught Alice many advanced dical treatnt techniques, but she found herself unable to think of a way to save him.
"No need!" Charles Turner firmly grasped Alice's hand, his eyes shining brightly. "Alice, listen to , anyone brought into the Turner house as a patient must leave alive. Do you understand what I an?"
Alice's crying grew more intense, her voice breaking. "But your current condition… No, I must bring Master…"
"If you bring him here, I will die in front of you!" Charles already felt guilty towards William, and Sean's betrayal brought back mories of past events, intensifying his guilt. He didn't want William to save him anymore.
Wiping away her tears, Alice, with a crying voice, said, "I'll help you back to your room."
"I'll say it one last ti! Go back! Heal Powell! Don't follow , I wants to be alone."
After saying this, Charles decisively let go of Alice's hand and walked towards his courtyard.
Alice watched her grandfather's receding figure, crying even harder. She knew very well that her grandfather didn't have much ti left.
Perhaps… it would be today.
Alice couldn't delay any longer. She turned back into the hall, walked up to Powell, and said, "If you want to live, lie down properly. I will treat your condition!"
Powell, already frightened, had been standing still. From Charles' conversation, he had gathered that Aaron had not actually cured his disease.
Alice had approached him before, offering to treat him, but he had been blinded by wealth at the ti and had even refused treatnt.
Now, realizing the gravity of the situation, he sought dical help again, only to be embroiled in the internal strife of the Turner family. He was dumbfounded.
When Alice again offered to treat him, how could he hesitate? He promptly lay down on the small bed.
...
Charles staggered into his study and stood again in front of William's painting. He reached out his hand but dared not touch it.
"Master, if there is a next life, I will be your servant again," Charles pulled up a chair and sat in front of the painting, sighing deeply with a smile on his face. "I've reached old age, but I've been blinded by wealth and power."
"However, Master, Alice has never done anything to betray you."
"Now, I finally understand why Timothy Hill was your butler, and why we were not even qualified to look at your painting."
"It's because we harbored private intentions and were not loyal enough!"
As Charles spoke, he seed to freeze, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on the painting, and the smile on his face gradually solidified.
In the Turner family's grand living room, Alice was not only using ergency equipnt but had also brought in so special dical instrunts.
It didn't seem like routine treatnt but rather like a mad scientist conducting an experint. Calvin, standing by, was sowhat dumbfounded. Who taught this treatnt thod?
What he didn't know was that to cure Powell's disease, relying solely on conventional dical ans was utterly insufficient. It also required utilizing a special kind of energy to guide the abnormal factors within his body.
These dical devices helped to pinpoint and address the abnormal factors, while the special instrunts decomposed them to prevent further harm to the human body.
The operation sounded simple, but in practice, it was quite intricate. The practitioner had to be proficient in both dicine and this special energy, with no room for deviation.
After Alice had completed all these operations, everyone subtly saw a trace of abnormal aura escaping from Powell's eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, eventually processed by those special dical instrunts.
"Alice, what is this?" Calvin really hasn't seen such a situation before.
"Powell is alright now." After saying this, Alice could no longer hold back her tears, bursting into sobs, "But… Dad, Grandpa has passed away."
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