Chapter 577 His Beloved is Actually Evil Spirit?
In one fluid motion, Ethan rose from his wheelchair and pulled Ashley behind him protectively. With a threatening glare, he warned, "Sir, mind your actions and words. This is my wife. Touch her again, and I'll have your hands removed."
Yaakov's embrace had barely lasted two seconds before Ethan intervened.
Furious, Yaakov glared back at Ethan. "What's wrong with you? Ashley and I were separated for six years! We have a deep connection—what harm is there in a simple hug?"
"I don't care what relationship you had—no embracing her," Ethan retorted.
"You're being ridiculous!" Yaakov replied, feeling annoyed.
"Enough, both of you!" Ashley interrupted, exasperated.
Though Ethan's possessiveness felt slightly overwhelming, Ashley found it oddly endearing. His jealousy proved how much he cared.
She gently guided him back toward the wheelchair. "Darling, please sit down. You shouldn't be standing."
"I won't," Ethan refused, keeping his wary eyes fixed on Yaakov.
"Your legs are fine—why are you even in a wheelchair?" Yaakov scoffed.
"Darling, please sit down," Ashley insisted. "You had heart surgery. Remember what the doctor said—no walking for six months."
She firmly helped Ethan back into the wheelchair and carefully arranged a blanket over his legs to keep him warm.
Yaakov frowned. "A simple chest wound requiring standard sutures wouldn't need such extreme precautions—unless you had a heart transplant."
"Shut up!" Ethan snapped, though his eyes betrayed a flash of panic as he anxiously watched Ashley's reaction.
Ashley's brow furrowed with concern. This man was a respected doctor—could what he was saying be true?
Noticing her uncertainty, Ethan quickly said, "Don't listen to his nonsense, darling."
"Okay." Ashley replied, though not entirely convinced.
Ethan immediately changed the subject. "Atticus, weren't you looking for Asclepius? What are you waiting for?"
Atticus turned to Yaakov. "Excuse me, are you Asclepius? Do you know these people?"
This question had been on both Ethan and Ashley's minds as well, but the earlier tension had distracted them.
Yaakov abandoned the heart transplant topic and answered, "Yes, I am Asclepius. And yes, I know them. Ashley is my senior."
From the sidelines, Atticus had observed enough to piece things together. Could Ashley have medical knowledge too?
"You're really Asclepius?" Atticus asked incredulously. The man before him seemed too young to be the renowned Asclepius.
Yaakov crossed his arms and looked down at him. "You doubt me?"
Ian and Alan, who had accompanied them, stepped forward. Alan confirmed, "This is definitely Asclepius, sir!"
Upon hearing this, Atticus fell to his knees. "Asclepius, please, I beg you—save my father. Whatever your fee, I'll pay it."
Yaakov dismissed him casually. "Everyone dies eventually. Why fight against destiny?"
He turned to Ashley instead. "Ashley, let's find somewhere nearby to talk."
Yaakov's complete dismissal devastated Atticus, and Ashley felt terrible witnessing his desperation.
"You said you know me?" she asked Yaakov.
"Yes!"
"Do I... have medical skills?"
"Of course! You've lost your memory, so let me tell you—you once replicated over twenty Panacea pills in just three days, saving over twenty terminal cancer patients! Ashley, they call me a skilled doctor, but your medical abilities far surpass mine!"
Ashley's eyes widened in shock. "Are... are you serious?"
Was she really that accomplished? She couldn't remember any of it!
Ethan listened with amazement and pride. His wife was even more talented than Asclepius?
Atticus stared at Ashley in disbelief. "What... Pearl is Evil Spirit?"
Ashley snapped back to reality and helped Atticus up from his kneeling position. "Atticus, don't worry. Let's see if I can help Mr. York Grayson!"
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