Chapter 1006

Wren's anguished cries also caught the attention of the old Morbian woman. She fixed her gaze on Cyrus, noticing that he was beginning to waver. Leaning on her snake-headed cane, she quickly weaved through the crowd with surprising speed despite her limp. She reached Cyrus just as Flynn was getting up, about to kneel and beg Cyrus for help. "Mr. Johnson!" she shouted in a sharp, mocking tone, cutting Flynn off. "I hope you haven't forgotten what I said." Cyrus looked up at the old Morbian woman and asked, "Who the hell are you?" It was just a simple question, but his tone was dripping with arrogance and disdain. The old Morbian woman was completely taken aback. With Cyrus' medical expertise, how could he not know who she was? "Don't play dumb, Mr. Johnson. I came to see you just yesterday and gave you a serious warning not to interfere in their duel. You promised! As a newly rising figure in Summerland's medical community, you must keep your word. If word gets out that you—"