Chapter 711 Formidable Combat Power
Karl adopted a stern look and questioned her, âWhat do you mean? What does Jeanâs illness have to
do with me?â
Emotionless, Neeraâs demeanor remained cold and aloof. She asked, âDonât you know the vile things youâve done to him?â
Vile?
That accusation perplexed everyone present.
Karl scowled, oblivious to the problem.
âStop making this sound so enigmatic; spill everything you want to say!â
âSince you
demand it, I would enlighten you,â Neera rebuked unceremoniously. âYou had a plot with outsiders to set your own brother up. You sent in a quack physician, endangering his health
and leaving him in a terrible situation. How dare you accuse me of making things mysterious!â
Neeraâs growing rage was fueled by the realization that he was responsible for introducing Thora.
Karl was taken aback. He snapped back angrily, âNeera, stop slandering me!â
Indignant, even Frederic cast an angry glance in her direction. He chided, âMind your language!
What sort of cr ap are you talking about?â
He clearly didnât have faith in her.
Neeraâs smile became icier as she showed no regard for this old man.
âPlease do not lecture me! Do you think youâre qualified to do that? If you both hadnât turned a blind eye and allowed others to mess up with his health, would Jean have ended up in this
situation?
âI know. Youâve been eager to find a replacement for me, but did you truly vet who Thora really is?
Were you genuinely concerned about Jeanâs well-being? Donât you realize your actions nearly cost him his life?â
Toward the end of her ret ardation, Frederic lost his balance and almost collapsed to the ground.
Toward the end of her ret ardation, Frederic lost his balance and almost collapsed to the ground.
âDad!â Joseph cried out, rushing to his side to support him. âTake it easy!â
He looked over his shoulder and asked urgently, âWhat are you talking about? Nearly cost Jean his life? We have no knowledge of this.â
Ian was astounded to see Neeraâs formidable combat power and how she lashed out at anyone.
He quickly walked forward and gently tugged on her sleeve, signaling, âMrs. Beauvort, please calm down. We should focus on the matter at hand.â
Rage consumed Neera. Her chest heaved as her fumes continued to flare. She simply said to Ian, âYou speak!â
Knowing she was still upset, Ian had to intervene and explain to Frederic.
âMr. Frederic, sheâs telling the truth. Thereâs an issue with the physician that Mr. Karl introduced earlier.
That individual had covertly researched Mr. Beauvortâs health before their consultation.
âAlthough the doctorâs treatment may have temporarily improved his condition, it was actually a
harmful short-term fix.
âWhile momentarily effective, this approach is a ticking time bomb! The relapse would be excruciatingly painful. His recent absence from work and weakened state have been caused by this.â
Frederic had greater trust in Ian than he did in Neera.
The gravity of Ianâs words made Fredericâs face drain color. He seemed completely bewildered as he stared into Jeanâs eyes.
âWhat? How could this have happened?â
Karl, however, contorted his face in anger, instantly retorting, âNonsense!â
Ian, upon seeing Karl, secretly wished he could give Karl a good beating.
He coldly stared at him and clarified, âI speak the truth. The physician had malevolent intentions. And remember, she came under the recommendation of Mr. Clarence.â
He paused at a point, then cast a prolonged and meaningful glance at Peter.
âMr. Peter, if my guess is correct, Your son received treatment from the same physician that Mr.
Clarence recommended, correct? Later, she used the same technique to nearly murder my boss. Can you be sure of your sonâs safety? Do you still vouch for Mr. Clarenceâs place in the company?â
The impact of his words caused a commotion throughout the room.
Clarence flew into a thunderous rage.
âNonsense! You made all these up on your own. Jean has always been frail. The physician I sourced is top-notch and clearly stabilized Jeanâs health. Jeanâs own weakness is what led to the sudden
outbreak. Why did you twist the facts to make me look bad?â
Neeraâs gaze was chilling.
Aggression was written all over her lovely face.
âWhether itâs a twisted truth or not, I think you should know the best. Your outbursts here wonât change reality. No amount of shouting would change the facts.â
She shifted her gaze and gave Peter a chilly look.
âUncle Peter, someone of your stature should have the wisdom to know that long-term illnesses
need consistent and prolonged good care to gradually improve. There is no quick fix.
âEven if the legendary genius doctor was alive, he couldnât heal a patient in a single session. Iâm
sure, over the years, youâve sought countless expert opinions regarding your sonâs health. You
should have some ideas.â
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