The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 483: Chapter 483 Irreconcilable Differences_1

Next door, Patricia Stuart opened her eyes, her face filled with bewilderment as she looked toward the master bedroom.

After a long while, she finally came to her senses, but far from feeling relieved, her confusion deepened.

Who is Daley doing that sort of thing with?

Could it be…

Patricia Stuart cracked a sly smile, nimbly got out of bed, opened the door, and stepped out of her room, silently approaching the master bedroom door, where she pressed her ear against it.

Stopped?

Could they have finished?

Patricia Stuart, hearing no sound from inside, felt even more puzzled.

Just as she was about to push the door open to see, it suddenly opened from the inside. She, who had been leaning against it, stumbled and nearly fell inside.

“Ah…”

Before she could let out a cry of alarm, her mouth was covered by a large hand.

The next second, she was pressed against the wall.

She looked up in a bit of panic and saw a familiar face, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

“Mr. Jensen? When did you get back?”

“Shh!”

Greg Jensen gestured for her to be silent and whispered in her ear, “Don’t make noise! Daley is asleep.”

Feeling the warm breath tickling her ear, Patricia Stuart’s heart fluttered, and her seductive cheeks flushed fiery red.

“So, Mr. Jensen, are you pressing me against this wall because you want to do something?”

Patricia Stuart teased instinctively, then reached out to explore, following their usual playful banter.

However, this time, Greg Jensen seemed to react half a beat slower than usual and didn’t block her hand.

As a result, Patricia Stuart’s expression froze instantly, and her body stiffened as if hit by a spell, even forgetting to withdraw her hand.

“You… why aren’t you wearing… mmm…”

Panic flashed in Patricia Stuart’s eyes. She had long thought of giving herself to Greg Jensen, but the suddenness of the situation left her somewhat unprepared.

She tried to push Greg Jensen away but found herself as if drained of strength, her limbs weak and limp.

If it weren’t for Greg Jensen still pressing her against the wall, she would have probably collapsed to the floor.

I’m done for…

Patricia Stuart’s eyes grew hazy, and she boldly tilted her head up.

However, just as she braced herself for what she thought was inevitable, Greg Jensen abruptly stopped.

“Mr. Jensen…”

“Hmm, go back to bed and sleep.”

Greg Jensen smirked and slid back into the master bedroom.

He was in his refractory period, and upon seeing that Patricia Stuart was already moved, he quickly made his escape.

Patricia Stuart took a good while to come back to her senses, looking around in confusion and realizing that Greg Jensen had already left.

She pouted angrily, “Bad man! I… I will never forgive you!”

…

In the Stuart family living room, the atmosphere was somber.

The old patriarch sat in the chief seat, his expression as dark as water, glancing at Julian Stuart, he spoke indifferently, “Old Seven, it seems you expect not to take over as family head.”

Julian Stuart’s face shifted subtly, “Dad, I…”

The old man’s face turned cold, and he said sharply, “You’ve grown capable, giving orders to the family’s retainers, have you?”

Uncle Seven of the Stuart Family argued, “Dad, I was just trying to keep Barry Wolfe from touching the Milton Family’s assets.”

“How presumptuous! Who gave you the authority to deploy the family’s retainers?” the old man scolded angrily.

On hearing this, Uncle Seven fell silent.

According to the rules, retainers are one of the riches of a Martial Way family, not to be mobilized without the Family Head’s command, lest they are not available in times of family need.

Uncle Seven’s action, from the perspective of a Martial Way family, indeed violated the rules, but from a personal feelings standpoint, it was just a private attempt to help.

He actually didn’t think it was much of an issue.

Naomi Milton said with a wronged face, “Dad, Barry Wolfe killed my elder brother, and you won’t let us take revenge, so we haven’t.

But my sister-in-law and children are still relying on the Milton Family’s assets for a living. Barry Wolfe is pushing people to a dead end.”

Carmen Stuart frowned and said, “The strong remain strong, strength dictates resources, and this is the very foundation that allows Martial Way families to pass down their legacy.

Since the Milton Family no longer has a superior martial artist to safeguard it, it’s only right to hand over resources and assets, as per the rules of Martial Way families.”

Naomi Milton glared with anger, “Those assets were managed by my elder brother with great difficulty, could it be…”

Carmen Stuart waved her hand and said calmly, “Aunt Seven, I admit Uncle Milton had an extraordinary Martial Way talent, but as for business acumen, let’s just leave it there.

If not for the rules of Martial Way families, do you think the Milton Family could manage such vast assets?”

“I…”

Naomi Milton was at a loss for words.

The reason was simple; although Troy Milton had the abilities of a Grandmaster and the support of the Stuart Family, the wealth of the Milton Family could only match that of the He, Chen, and Xu families.

This was an evident fact that even a casual observer could discern, and she had no rebuttal.

The Stuart Family Head spoke, “Carmen is right, these are the rules of a Martial Way family.

If we enjoy the benefits that come with being part of a Martial Way family, then we must uphold these rules.@@novelbin@@

If we abandon these rules, what will ensure the interests of Martial Way families?”

Naomi Milton felt displeased but could not articulate a reason; she turned her head to look at Uncle Seven Stuart with a pitiable expression.

Uncle Seven and Troy Milton had been close friends, and he was extremely resentful over his death. Even if it was unreasonable, he couldn’t help but make things difficult for Greg Jensen.

“Barry Wolfe is too arrogant, regardless of any circumstances. Darryl Ingles is one of our Stuart Family retainers.

He actually dared to lay a hand on Darryl. He simply doesn’t take our Stuart Family seriously.”

On hearing this, Naomi Milton quickly chimed in, “Exactly! There’s an old saying, even when you beat a dog, you must watch its owner!”

Realizing what she had said might sound offensive, she turned her head and explained, “Darryl, I didn’t mean you’re a dog, it’s just a metaphor.”

Darryl Ingles, sitting on the side, twitched the corner of his mouth slightly. He felt the ribs that Duncan Kong had cracked begin to ache again.

The Stuart Family Head looked at Uncle Seven closely and asked with a frown, “So, what do you think should be done?”

Uncle Seven said coldly, “For people like Barry Wolfe, it’s best to cut the mess quickly with a sharp knife, just kill him directly. Otherwise, others might think our Stuart Family is scared of him.”

Before he had finished speaking, other members of the Stuart Family began to agree.

“Absolutely, Seven Brother is right; firstly, it would display our Stuart Family’s strength to the outside world, and secondly, it would deter the petty, warding off those who dare to covet the Stuart Family’s possessions.”

“I also think that Seven Brother has made a good point.”

As he listened to his brothers’ words of agreement, Uncle Seven’s face showed a hint of satisfaction, “Dad, don’t hesitate anymore. It’s been a long time since this incident occurred, and we still haven’t taken action. Outsiders will think our Stuart Family has grown old and cannot fight anymore.”

The Stuart Family Head frowned and turned his head to look at his eldest son, Julian Stuart, asking, “Julian, is this what you think too?”

Upon hearing this, Julian Stuart shook his head and said, “Dad, I think we should primarily aim for reconciliation. Only if that fails should we resort to drastic measures.

Never mind the enormous effort and resources it would take to kill Barry Wolfe, what if we fail? What if he escapes?”