Chapter 115 A Drastic Measure
After reading the news online, Dewitt’s face instantly took on a look of extreme difficulty. Digging a scalpel out of his pocket, he unconsciously began fiddling with it, sending the entire family into a state of
shock.
“What are you doing, Dewitt’s?” Sylvia asked, noticing the scalpel in his hand and sensing something awry. Why had he taken out a scalpel? More importantly, why did he carry one around all the time, even on a plane?
Realizing the gravity of what he held, Dewitt set the scalpel on the table and addressed his family, “Would it be okay if I just ruined Cyril’s legs and dismantled Bonnie’s arm?” After all, he had been the one to fix Cyril’s legs and Bonnie’s arm in the past, so taking them back shouldn’t be problematic, right?
The family was speechless, so they all looked to Sylvia, waiting for her reaction. She sighed, “I have no connection to them anymore; there’s no need for you to do this. I know you’re hurting for me, but these actions won’t do any good.”
Despite feeling irked that Dewitt had operated on Bonnie, Sylvia didn’t want to linger on the past. She had severed ties with Cyril and was ready to let the matter rest as charity.
Yet Dewitt was adamant, “Given all that Bonnie and Cyril’s inaction have done over the years, I won’t let them off the hook so easily. Rest assured, sis, I’ll make things right for you. He was hit by a car, right? And his arm is supposed to recover? Well, not if I have anything to say about it!”
Though Dewitt was a doctor and engaged in medical research for the good of humanity, he wasn’t someone to mess with. In fact, his temperament was a bit extreme, and when provoked, he wouldn’t stop
until he’d made his point. If he said he was going to get even with Cyril and Bonnie, there was no doubt
they were in for it. After all, it’s never wise to offend a doctor, for sooner or later, you might find yourself at their mercy.
Fuming more and more, Dewitt couldn’t stomach that in trying to help Sylvia, he ended up aiding Cyril, whom he considered despicable in his treatment of her. And so, Dewitt resolved that today was the day he’d ruin his work on Bonnie’s arm.
As he got up and hastened outside without even having dinner, his family realized something was seriously wrong. They rushed to stop him but were sternly rebuffed.
“There’s no need for any of you to follow me. I know what needs to be done, and I won’t cause any trouble for you. I just intend to take back what I’ve done,” Dewitt declared with earnestness.
Bruce grabbed his hand tightly, unable to believe what he was hearing. Not cause any trouble? Dewitt talked about taking back what he’d given–those were limbs, legs, and arms. If he actually took those back, wouldn’t that be causing a major commotion?
As Dewitt’s family tried to stop him, his phone rang. With some irritation, he checked and found it was Cyril calling. The timing of the call was bitterly ironic, interrupting just as Dewitt’s anger reached a fever pitch.
“Mr. Dewitt, I’m truly grateful for what you’ve done for my sister. The doctors have said the operation was
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a success, and she should recover fully with some rest. When you have time, I’d like to take you out for a meal to express my gratitude for saving her, now and in the past.”
“No need,” Dewitt replied coldly. “If you really want to thank me for saving your lives, then ju your leg and your sister’s arm. I regret saving you both.”
just give me
Cyril was taken aback by the harsh contrast from the Dewitt he knew. “Mr. Dewitt, is there some misunderstanding between us? Before this, we-
“There’s no misunderstanding. I saved you because my sister asked me to, and now, I helped you because of her as well. Now that you and she have no relationship and your family has treated her so badly, do you really think there’s any misunderstanding? Sorry, but there’s none. Either you can send me the limbs, or I will come and take them myself.”
The threat left Cyril stunned. Only after Dewitt hung up did Cyril realize that Dewitt was Sylvia’s brother and that it was she who’d asked Dewitt to save him when everyone believed his legs were beyond hope.
His mind reeled, never having known the extent of what Sylvia had done for him, and he could understand why Dewitt was so furious. If the roles were reversed, he would probably be more enraged than Dewitt
was now.
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“You have one day to consider, and I hope you’ll give me a satisfactory answer tomorrow. If not, once I’m
over the jet lag, you can expect my retribution.”
After Dewitt ended the call without giving Cyril a chance to respond, the family was left sighing in
disbelief.
“Sis is right, let’s just consider this charity,” Bruce admitted. “If we’ve cut ties with Cyril, his fate doesn’t concern us; with all the things he’s done, he’ll face karma sooner or later.”
Bruce had not anticipated Dewitt’s stance, and now Dewitt seemed resolved to exact revenge by taking Cyril and Bonnie’s limbs.
Dewitt looked firmly at Bruce. “Future karma is in the future. I demand they pay now. Since they’ve wronged my sister, it’s not weird for me, as her brother, to seek revenge, right?”
Weird, no. But his idea of revenge seemed almost equivalent to taking their lives.
Sylvia remained silent as her phone suddenly rang, capturing the room’s attention. She hesitated at seeing Cyril calling but decided to answer, considering the recent altercation.
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a success, and she should recover fully with some rest. When you have time, I’d like to take you out for a meal to express my gratitude for saving her, now and in the past.”
“No need,” Dewitt replied coldly. “If you really want to thank me for saving your lives, then just give me your leg and your sister’s arm. I regret saving you both.”
Cyril was taken aback by the harsh contrast from the Dewitt he knew. “Mr. Dewitt, is there some
misunderstanding between us? Before this, we-”
“There’s no misunderstanding. I saved you because my sister asked me to, and now, I helped you because of her as well. Now that you and she have no relationship and your family has treated her so badly, do you really think there’s any misunderstanding? Sorry, but there’s none. Either you can send me the limbs, or I will come and take them myself.”
The threat left Cyril stunned. Only after Dewitt hung up did Cyril realize that Dewitt was Sylvia’s brother and that it was she who’d asked Dewitt to save him when everyone believed his legs were beyond hope.
His mind reeled, never having known the extent of what Sylvia had done for him, and he could understand why Dewitt was so furious. If the roles were reversed, he would probably be more enraged than Dewitt
was now.
“You have one day to consider, and I hope you’ll give me a satisfactory answer tomorrow. If not, once I’m over the jet lag, you can expect my retribution.”
After Dewitt ended the call without giving Cyril a chance to respond, the family was left sighing in
disbelief.
“Sis is right; let’s just consider this charity,” Bruce admitted. “If we’ve cut ties with Cyril, his fate doesn’t concern us; with all the things he’s done, he’ll face karma sooner or later.”
Bruce had not anticipated Dewitt’s stance, and now Dewitt seemed resolved to exact revenge by taking Cyril and Bonnie’s limbs.
Dewitt looked firmly at Bruce. “Future karma is in the future. I demand they pay now. Since they’ve wronged my sister, it’s not weird for me, as her brother, to seek revenge, right?”
Weird, no. But his idea of revenge seemed almost equivalent to taking their lives.
Sylvia remained silent as her phone suddenly rang, capturing the room’s attention. She hesitated at seeing Cyril calling but decided to answer, considering the recent altercation.