And soon after Frank spoke, George woke up, coughing violently while he looked nkly around


    himself.


    "Father!"


    "George!"


    Both Glen Turnbull and were delighted to see him wake up.


    On the other hand, Titus was left pursing his lips as his expression contorted.


    "Hmph."


    Snorting, he said nothing else as he led his men out of the room.


    "Titus, wait..."


    Zac Turnbull had juste in and was left watching as Titus left, as Glen promptly snapped at him,


    "Go, Zac! Stop Titus—it''s all thanks to him bringing Professor Roberts, or our father would have been


    put through so much pain!"


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    Without a word, Zac looked past Frank to chase after Titus, asking him to stay with an awkward smile.


    On the other hand, Professor Roberts did not leave with Titus.


    In fact, he was staring in confusion at Glen and said, "What are you talking about, Mr. Turnubll? Mr.


    Lawrence was the one who saved your father, not me."


    "No, you did," Glen said quietly, looking past Frank as well. "My father would still be unconscious if not


    for your serum. All Mr. Lawrence did was use some special method to catalyze your serum."


    "That''s a lie, isn''t it?" Professor Roberts demanded, disgruntled. "I know my serum better than anyone


    — Mr. Lawrence was the one who saved your father, not me. My serum only worsened his condition,


    and he''d be dead if not for Mr. Lawrence."


    Even if he had disrespected Draconian traditional medicine before, Frank''s performance had left him


    humbled.


    "Professor Roberts, what." Glen frowned, while cursing inwardly at the professor''s bluntness and


    inability to read the room.


    If Glen acknowledged that Frank was the one who saved his father, every mockery they threw at Frank


    before would now be a p in their collective faces.


    What would happen if word of this got out?


    He was the head of the Turnbull family—he would not be maintaining his innocence if people knew he


    was humiliated by some little known brat, and with so many people watching!


    And worst of all was the deal with Frank.


    Glen had never intended to let Frank meet Vicky.


    He knew his niece, and at this critical juncture, if Vicky changed her mind and ran away with that


    stinking brat, Glen was not going to weasel his way out of this one.


    That was why Glen was bent on insisting that Frank at best assisted in saving his father, and that the


    one who did the heavy lifting was Professor Roberts.


    No one would question that given Professor Roberts'' credentials.


    As for Frank, they just had to fill his pockets and send him away—and without letting him see Vicky.


    However, there was no way Frank could not anticipate what Glen was nning.


    He was all too familiar with these bigwigs'' empty promises.


    Even if he helped, there was no way he would not have a backup n.


    Striding forward, he said quietly, "Mr. Turnbull, I don''t care about aplishments or fame..."