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Chapter 44
Chapter 44 Wynter Got Into A Fight
As soon as she heard this, Wynter dashed out from the door before anyone could react. She moved fast, grabbing a wooden stick nearby. Her eyes were cold and fierce.
A crowd had gathered in the alley. All of them were neighbors who had just returned from
the market.
“What’s going on here?”
“They’ve come to find Margaret Yates, saying she had caused someone’s death.”
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“Why not? Traditional medicine is hard to tell.”
“I just had my neck treated by her yesterday. Could something have gone wrong?”
“If this is true, we can’t go to her anymore.”
Margaret listened to the murmurs around her. Her hand clutching the cane had turned
white, and her legs were trembling.
The accuser laughed arrogantly, “No wonder you’re living so carefree here. Seems like nobody knows about your past deeds.”
He shook his head and mocked her, “You think it’s still the same as before? Traditional
medicine is on the decline. And you dare to compete with the Gibson family?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Move over!” Margaret said coldly, trying to walk
away.
The man blocked her path and verbally abused her, “Stop pretending, old cripple. Wasn’t it your idea to send that girl to the hospital?”
Wynter? Margaret abruptly raised her head. “Are you talking about Wynter?”
“I don’t care what her name is,” the man sneered.
“I wouldn’t be here if my aunt hadn’t asked me to come in person. Old cripple, you must be
eager to attend the Yarwood family’s medical seminar, right? Here, take this!”
He threw an “invitation” at Margaret. “If you think you’re capable, then go treat Mr.
Yarwood. Let’s see if you old hag can…”
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Before he could finish his sentence, Wynter kicked him. The kick landed him on his knees, hitting the ground hard!
“Who dares to kick me…” The man tried to turn around in pain.
Wynter pressed her hand on his shoulder. She said indifferently, “Me.”
“You!” The man couldn’t stand up and tried to swing a fist.
Wynter leaned down and pressed harder. She said slowly, “Who did you just call ‘old hag‘?”
The man was in so much pain he started sweating. The pressure on his shoulder felt like a mountain. He couldn’t move even a tiny bit.
“What… what does this have to do with you?”
“I don’t have much patience. Better watch your tone, or else…” Wynter got close to his ear
and said, “I’ll dislocate your bones.”
The man sensed that she was serious. The joints around his shoulder were already out of place. He widened his eyes in pain. “Miss… Miss, let’s talk nicely.”
“Wynter.” Margaret was worried that the neighbors around were all watching, which
wouldn’t be good for Wynter’s reputation.
But Wynter didn’t care about it. She said calmly, “Grandma, such wicked people should be punished, so they can’t harm others.”
“Look who it is, the fake heiress who got kicked out!”
The man was sweating but scoffed, “You better let me go. Grandma’s got a shady past, and the granddaughter’s got no shame. Let’s see who can leave when the police arrive!”
The word “police” made Margaret step forward to pull Wynter away.
She took a deep breath and looked at the man. “George, you’re here for me. If you have something to say, say it. Leave my granddaughter out of this.”
“I’ve given you the invitation” George Gibson shook his arm and said arrogantly, “The Gibson family is generous.
“We’re not sneaky like you, treating patients secretly. Now, my aunt is giving you this chance to openly suck up to the Yarwood family.”
Margaret looked at him and asked, “What’s Hilda up to now?”
Chapter 44 Wynter Got into A Fight
“You’ve ended up like this. Who would bother with you?” George sneered.
“If you’re not confident in your medical skills, just admit it. You’re probably afraid of using the wrong medicine and killing someone again, right?”
His words stirred whispers and accusations around them.
Margaret’s hands froze, not moving.
George laughed mockingly, “I knew you wouldn’t…”
“Three days later? At the Yarwood family?” A teasing laugh interrupted him.