Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)
Chapter 1907

Mark shook his head. "Let him go free? That's not happening!"

"Are you going back on your word?" Melvin fumed.

"I haven't promised you anything, so how am I going back on my word?" Mark refuted.

Melvin was infuriated. "Give the metal figurine back to me then!"

However, Mark pocketed the metal figurine at once and said, "Let me finish first! Two Damrons died, including my younger brother. What will the other Damrons think if I let Matthew off just like that? What will society think? What will the Ten Greatest Families think? I can't let him off just like that! But I can give him some time. As long as he can prove that he didn't kill my younger brother and can quieten the mouths of others, then I can let him go! However, if he can't prove his innocence, then he will still have to die!"

Melvin frowned. He thought in silence for a long while before nodding at last. "Fine. We'll do as you say!"

Mark eyed Melvin once more and asked, "Just what on earth is your relationship with him anyway? Is he your illegitimate son?"

"Shut your mouth, you imbecile!" Melvin snarled. "You have no right to butt into my business! You got the metal figurine, so you can scram now."

Mark wasn't upset. He chuckled and said, "In that case, Lennon, I'm more than happy to oblige! Tell Matthew Larson that I'll give him a week. If he fails to uncover the truth in a week, then there's nothing more to be said!"

"That's too little time!" Melvin growled. "You got the metal figurine! How can you give him such a short amount of time? How is that reasonable?"

"The metal figurine's with me now, so I can give as much time as I want. What can you do about it?" Mark chuckled. "One week. If he can't even get it done, then there's no point for him to stay alive any longer!"

Mark turned around and strutted off.

Melvin slumped in his chair as he watched Mark leave.

Tears trickled down his face as he stared at the empty box.

The man who was always walking around with a devilish grin on his face was now weeping quietly in front of a wooden box.

"I'm sorry, old man. In the end... I couldn't hold onto the metal figurine."

He wobbled and slumped down on the ground as if his soul had been sucked out of him.

He had once sworn to protect this item with his life!

But, for the sake of repaying his debt of gratitude, he had to bring it out.

He knew that the metal figurine was the only thing he could use to get Matthew some time.

A long time passed before he finally got back onto his feet with the help of the chair.

He took out his phone and took a few deep breaths to regain his composure before calling Matthew.

"Everything's fine now! I managed to convince them. The Damrons have agreed to give you one week to investigate this, and they won't come after you if you can prove that you didn't kill him! You don't need to worry about Eastcliff. The Damrons won't have the guts to do anything while I'm around!"

Melvin spoke cheerfully as if nothing had happened.

In the forest somewhere on the outskirts of Eastcliff, Matthew ended the call and glanced at Salazar, who was beside him.

"Melvin said that he managed to convince the Damrons, but why don't I believe him? The Damrons came over in an uproar. Even Mark Damron came in person. How did he manage to persuade them?" Matthew queried in puzzlement.

Salazar shook his head. "Mark Damron is an extremely cunning man. Since he came in person, he wouldn't have stopped unless he gained some sort of benefit from doing so. I suspect that things are not as simple as what Melvin claimed!"