Everyone was scowling harder especially when they saw Kat—a brat looking around, curious about


    everything around her.


    On the other hand, Ned did not hesitate and approached Frank right away.


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    "Wee, Mr. Lawrence," Ned greeted Frank, while adding under his breath, "My answer to your


    proposal before... Please, you have to save my father."


    "Yeah." Frank shed an assuring smile at him and pped him on the shoulder.


    Kat smiled awkwardly when she saw that, and Frank shot her a sideways re, knowing what was on


    her mind.


    Lothar chuckled heartily and greeted Frank as well. "So you must be the Mr. Lawrence that Ned has


    been talking about? May I have the honor of your name?"


    Frank nodded and replied neutrally, "Frank Lawrence."


    "Frank Lawrence.?" Lothar was disappointed inwardly since he had never heard of the name, but he


    hid it well.


    After Frank entered the mansion with both men, Abel returned.


    Yed had sent for him—he was keen to see if Ned''s friend would actually walk his talk.


    And if the brat was lying, Yed knew that Abel would be able to tell immediately.


    With that, he would be able me Ned and the brat for everything and send the family returns to take


    them down!


    On the other hand, Abel was not plotting.


    As soon as he arrived, he approached Frank, greeting him politely and asking, "Mr. Lawrence, may I


    ask if you were the one who refined that Yellow Shrive pill?"


    "Yes." Frank nodded.


    "Oh." Abel nodded but was already skeptical.


    He had presumed that it was Frank''s mentor or someone senior who cooked the Yellow Shrive, and he


    was now dead sure that Frank was just bluffing.


    "If I may be frank, wasn''t the Yellow Shrive a lost recipe in traditional Draconia medicine?" he asked


    vaguely. "You''re so young—"


    "Oh, so you''re doubting me, sir?" Frank turned toward him with an enigmatic smile.


    "No, of course not. I''m just curious." Abel smiled and sighed. "I can see that the pill was refined


    masterfully, and not the work of youth—"


    "Nothing''s impossible." Frank waved him off impatiently. "I was asked here to treat a patient, not to be


    doubted. And since none of you trust me, I shall make myself scarce."


    Nodding, he started to leave, but Ned quickly stopped him with an apologetic smile. "Please calm


    down, Mr. Lawrence. They''re just wary since you''re very young—it''s only normal."


    Lothar agreed. "Ned''s right. Don''t worry, Mr. Lawrence—I have no intention of doubting you. Come this


    way."


    On the other hand, Yed waited and as Frank and the others headed to Ciril''s bedroom before catching


    Abel by the arm and asking under his breath, "What do you think about the boy, Mr. Loggins?"


    "I can''t say..." Abel frowned, shaking his head. "The way I see it, he''s most likely not a proper healer


    since he didn''t bring a single medical tool. There''s a good chance he wasn''t the one who refined that


    Yellow Shrive too."


    "So, you''re saying." Yed trailed off, delight already showing on his face.


    "Yeah." Abel nodded. "He''s most likely a conman. He must have gotten that pill from elsewhere and is


    hoping to cozy up to your brother."