The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Liliana Grey punched Greg Jensen lightly on the chest and then said, “Hurry up and get in the car, it’s too cold outside.”

“Mm.”

Driving, Liliana took Greg back to the courtyard house, parked the car in the nearby parking lot, and then walked into the courtyard, arm in arm with Greg.

The snow was falling heavily, covering the ground with a thin layer that crunched underfoot.

Upon opening the door, warmth rushed out.

Liliana rubbed her red, frostbitten cheeks, then wrapped her arms around Greg’s neck, her eyes hazy as she murmured, “Did you miss your sister?”

“What do you think?”

Having a beauty in one’s arms, to say one word too many is unmanly!

Especially for a mature woman like Liliana, her allure was irresistible.

Greg kissed her deeply as Liliana tilted her head back and gently closed her eyes.

The emotions they had harbored for the many days they hadn’t seen each other had built up to their zenith.

It was a long time before they reluctantly parted.

Liliana wrapped her arms around Greg’s waist and whispered, “Carry me to the bed.”

“Let’s stay here!”

“Hey, don’t…”

The temperature in the room rose again as a subtle fragrance slowly spread.

In the snowy night, all was silent.

Only inside the courtyard house, the bright lights shone like stars, with heat waves tumbling ceaselessly.

The bathwater in the bathroom had been drawn; Greg lifted the utterly exhausted Liliana into his arms, stepping into the warm water before sitting down.

Liliana leaned against his chest, scooping up some warm water to gently pat his handsome face, whispering softly, “It seems no amount of love is ever enough.”

Greg, curious, asked, “So what do you want?”

Liliana let out a light laugh and said, “If it were some other man, I would probably have said, ‘Little brother, do you want to skip twenty years of hard work?’

But of course, I can’t say that to you.”

As she spoke, Liliana’s expression turned somewhat melancholic; she could feel that Greg was no ordinary man and would surely not be interested in her money.

Greg tenderly pulled her into his embrace and murmured softly, “It’s really good just like this; stop overthinking.”

“Mm.”

Liliana knew that desiring anything more was wishful thinking. She responded with a hum and continued to rest against his chest.

Greg, suddenly curious, inquired, “Just how old is Nathan Humphrey anyway? How can you look so young?”

“You want to ask how old I am, don’t you?”

Liliana glanced at him disdainfully, “Hmph, you’re full of sly thoughts. Nathan is actually underaged, only seventeen. It’s just that his father passed away early, so he seems mature for his age.

We got married early back in the day, I was with Nathan’s father at fifteen.”

“Nathan is still underage?”

Greg, upon hearing this, couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed, remembering how he had once won five million from Nathan.

No wonder Nathan seemed somewhat childish in his behavior; he was indeed still a child.

“Antonio can be somewhat headstrong. If he has ever offended you, you can’t hold it against him,” said Liliana, her face flushing slightly as she spoke in a soft tone.

“If you’re angry about anything, just take it out on me,” she added.

Greg pinched her chin and lifted her face, grinning mischievously, “I’m feeling quite fiery right now, what do you think I should do with it?”

Liliana glared at him once more, her body slowly sinking down.

…

Late into the night, the lights were still bright inside the Locke family villa.

In the spacious living room, only Jeffrey Locke and his grandson Ethan were present.

“Ethan, your second uncle was in the wrong on this matter,”

Jeffrey Locke let out a long sigh and said, “But after all, he is your second uncle, and I have already punished him. Let’s not pursue this any further.”

Ethan nodded and said, “Grandfather, I understand, you don’t need to worry. He and I are blood relatives, it’s just a woman, I never took it to heart.

My scuffle with my second uncle today was just a momentary impulse, I’ll apologize to him when I find the time.”

Seeing his grandson so understanding, Jeffrey Locke nodded in satisfaction and smiled, “I was the one being muddled, it’s been long due that I handed over the reins of the family to you.”

“We are all a part of the Locke family. It’s all the same no matter who takes over.”

Ethan’s tone changed, and he said gravely, “It’s all because of that Greg Jensen. Otherwise, how could things have escalated to this point!”

Jeffrey Locke hesitated for a moment and asked, “Ethan, are you sure about the matter with the video? Was it really that kid who did it?”

“Other than his reckless courage, who else from Peach Blossom Village would dare to oppose our Locke family?”

“That’s true,”

After contemplating for a moment, Jeffrey Locke said, “Let me ask you one more thing, grandfather. Is that kid really just an ordinary person?”

Ethan was taken aback and, seeing the serious expression on his grandfather’s face, had a sudden realization. He frowned and said:

“I’ve been wondering about that too. It’s true he’s a villager and an orphan; I’ve investigated this before.

But how has he become so powerful after just two years?”

A glint of appreciation flashed in Jeffrey Locke’s eyes as he patted Ethan’s shoulder and said, “Ethan, know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be in peril.

Sooner or later, the family will be in your hands. Every action you take outside represents our Locke family.

Grandfather hopes that whatever you do, you will be thoroughly prepared; otherwise, it could very likely lead to a catastrophe.”

“Grandfather, I understand,”

Ethan said confidently with a smile, “I’ve already arranged for people to go to Peach Blossom Village to inquire about Greg Jensen.

Moreover, according to the news that has just come back, that Jamae Herbs Factory, which competes with us in business, has shares belonging to Greg Jensen.

So, whether or not he is behind today’s incident, I’m going to deal with him appropriately.”

“Hmm, if that’s the case, then go ahead and act boldly!”

Jeffrey Locke nodded in approval and reminded, “However, I need to warn you to pay more attention to the matters concerning the Simmons family.”

“The Simmons family?”

Ethan inquired, “Grandfather, what do they need those precious medicinal materials and treasures for that they’ve asked our help to find?”

Jeffrey Locke chuckled and said, “What else could they be for? Of course, it’s for the Martial Arts Exchange Meeting.”

“The Martial Arts Exchange Meeting?”

Ethan looked at his grandfather with a puzzled expression; he had never heard of this event before.

Jeffrey Locke’s smile faded as his expression grew serious again, he spoke in a deep voice, “It’s a grand gathering among martial artists of our Qin province that is held every three years.

It’s an occasion when martial artists from different regions come to Qin province to exchange cultivation techniques, treasures, weapons, and more.

The Simmons family, being one of the notable Martial Artist Families in the provincial capital, wouldn’t normally be so anxious, as they have enough reserves for exchange.

But it is said that people from Herbs Hall will also attend this time, and the old patriarch of the Simmons family has had his old injuries flare up, reaching the brink of exhaustion.

People from Herbs Hall are notoriously picky, so the Simmons family definitely wants to prepare more treasures to win favor from Herbs Hall and secure a chance of survival for the old patriarch.”

Hearing about such a secretive event for the first time, Ethan’s eyes lit up as he asked, “Grandfather, can we take part in it too?”

“What qualifications do our family have? To participate in the Martial Arts Exchange Meeting, one needs a recommendation from an insider.”

Jeffrey Locke shook his head and then said earnestly, “Actually, our family might have a chance to take part in the Martial Arts Exchange Meeting.

If we handle the task for the Simmons family well and manage to make Mick Simmons happy, maybe he could take us inside to have a look.”

Upon hearing this, Ethan’s spirits immediately lifted, and he said excitedly, “If we can obtain a cultivation technique from there, won’t our Locke family be able to become one of the Martial Arts Families too?”