Chapter 47 Let me handle it
In the room, only Malcolm and Grandpa Flynn were left. Grandpa Flynn's serious expression had slightly eased, and he walked up to Malcolm's bed.
"What were you doing just now? Reese is just a marriage replacement. If it weren't for our engagement with their family, do you think she, with her background, could marry you? Alyssa is your own sister, and yet you sided with Reese instead of her."
He still remembered very well Malcolm's intense reaction when he told him that he wanted to marry someone.
Malcolm raised an eyebrow and asked Grandpa Flynn in return, "So, according to Grandpa, are you saying we should have let Alyssa falsely accuse Reese and then call the police to take her to the station? Don't forget, Grandma was an intellectual. If news of us bullying one person spreads, it won't look good."
"Wouldn't it leave us ashamed?"
This question immediately left Grandpa Flynn speechless, his face showing a hint of embarrassment.
But when facing his grandson, he had to be more relaxed than with outsiders.
"I didn't mean it that way, but Reese is not worthy of you. When she entered the house, she directly confronted Everly and Alyssa. Is this how a daughter-in-law should behave? With her background, she should be humble and submissive. Why does she act as if she owns the place?"
Malcolm's expression turned serious, his dark eyes seemingly ice-cold.
"Grandpa, now that she has married me, she is my wife and a part of the Flynn family. I hope you can treat her fairly. If you're unwilling to, I'll make sure justice is served."
How could Grandpa Flynn not understand this statement? It was clearly a pledge of allegiance.
Grandpa Flynn's face turned ashen with rage, "Malcolm, why are you siding with an outsider?"
"She is my wife! How can you call her an outsider?"
Malcolm's words resonated with conviction, seemingly proud of his stance.
Grandpa Flynn was so furious that he couldn't find words to retort, "You... are really trying to drive me to my grave."
"Grandpa, since our families have a marriage agreement with the Brooks family, we should treat others well, at the very least be fair. Moreover, when she goes out, she represents my image. If she is mistreated in the Flynn family, will she still uphold our family's dignity in the future?"
His argument was logical and supported, leaving Grandpa Flynn unable to come up with a counterargument.
He was only amazed as to why Malcolm suddenly stood up for Reese like this. It had been less than a month, yet he was defending her so fiercely.
Grandpa Flynn changed the subject, focusing on his own legs, "How have your legs been lately? Is her method effective?"
"Well, recently I've been able to feel some sensation in my legs."
He didn't tell Grandpa that he had just tried to move them a bit, and it seemed to have worked. However, after being paralyzed for such a long time, he still needed to get used to it.
Grandpa Flynn was overjoyed to hear this, "Vincent is outside, let him come in and take a look at your legs."
"No need, Grandpa."
"Vincent, come in and check Malcolm's legs."
He intended to refuse, but Grandpa moved too quickly and was already at the door, calling Vincent.
Vincent heard Grandpa Flynn's voice and walked in, a bright smile appearing on his handsome face.
"Has Malcolm's legs shown any signs of improvement? Let me have a look."
With that, he stood up and was about to approach, but Malcolm evaded his touch, their eyes meeting.
Malcolm's eyes were very cold, while Vincent seemed to hide everything in his heart, but his gaze was complex and ever-changing.
The atmosphere in the room was oppressive and dull.
After a moment, Vincent spoke with a friendly smile on his face, calling affectionately.
"What's wrong Malcolm? Let me see if there's any improvement."
"No need." Malcolm's voice was icy, emanating a chilling aura that kept people at a distance. Especially his eyes, captivating and few could withstand such a gaze with composure.
But Vincent insisted, his hand ready to reach out and hold Malcolm's wrist, but Malcolm swiftly turned around, and his hand grasped at thin air.
A hint of gunpowder seemed to linger in the air.
The eyes behind Vincent's gold-rimmed glasses flickered, his lips curved in a seemingly ironic smile.
"What's wrong with you, Malcolm? At least let me know the situation. In case there's a mistake, won't that make you happy for nothing?"
Grandpa Flynn had no idea that these two brothers had already clashed in secret, and he kept persuading Malcolm.
"Malcolm, although Reese's methods are effective, it's always good to have another person take a look. In case Vincent comes up with something that can help you recover more quickly, wouldn't that be better?"
Malcolm stared at Vincent standing beside him, his face expressionless and devoid of any emotion, showing no respect.
"No need, Grandpa. I trust Reese. Vincent has treated me for so long, but my legs didn't improve. It just shows that Vincent's medical skills still have room for improvement."
Vincent shrugged and sneered, "Is Malcolm questioning my medical skills now?"
"The facts speak for themselves. You just came back, and you're definitely tired. Go rest. From now on, Reese will be in charge of my condition."
Malcolm used a combination of soft and hard persuasion, and Vincent couldn't find any loopholes.
Even if he wanted to investigate Malcolm's condition today, it wouldn't be easy. Malcolm made it clear that he was wary of him, or perhaps that girl named Reese had said something to him.
"That's fine too. With my sister-in-law here, I feel relieved. Malcolm, rest up. I'm leaving," Vincent finished speaking; he opened the door and left.
He saw a servant and specifically asked, "Where is Mrs. Flynn?"
"I think she went to the backyard."
Vincent went downstairs and directly headed towards the backyard.
Reese was squatting on the ground, examining if there were any suitable places to plant some herbs. She had initially studied medicinal plants because she found it fascinating. Although the effects were slow, they were beneficial for the body.
The medicines Malcolm had used before had caused significant damage to his body, so she wanted to restore the condition of his body.
She didn't have much to do, so she grew some plants here, which were both fresh and convenient.
Suddenly, she felt someone behind her. Her eyes sharpened, and she turned around, only to see Vincent standing behind her. A faint smile adorned his handsome face, and his tall figure was impressive. However, Reese didn't feel comfortable but instead sensed something hidden in his gaze.
Vincent was Malcolm's second brother, who had been practicing medicine outside for a long time. So, does that mean he was the one in charge of Malcolm's leg before?
Could it be that the medications she found against him were administered by this man in front of her?
How dare he treat her husband like this? Reese's eyebrows furrowed.
Vincent quickly assessed her from head to toe. He had a refined appearance and a fresh and elegant charm, especially his fair skin, which seemed as if it could almost exude mist.
"It seems Malcolm has married such a beautiful wife. Not only are you beautiful, but your medical skills are also superb."
The latter sentence was somewhat cryptic, but Reese couldn't help but understand his meaning.
She remained calm and unchanged in her expression.
"I apologize for any misunderstanding."
"I am curious, though. You know so much, even more than someone like me who has studied abroad since childhood. Now, Malcolm doesn't even let me treat him anymore."
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