Chapter 488 Timing

"What do you mean? Are you trying to pin the murder of my grandpa on me?" Pork lashed out.

"Don't be hasty, Uncle. I'm saying if the patient does end up dead, it will most definitely be because

you angered him to death. But if the patient is saved, then of course it's because of me," Daniel

retorted without the slightest effort of keeping up the pretense of civility.

"Avery, listen to him! You trusted him so much that you allowed him to treat Grandpa. And now?

Does he even sound human? He's accusing me after killing Grandpa, trying to shirk responsibility in

front of everyone?" Pork was indignant.

Avery's face darkened as she glared at Daniel, issuing him a stern warning, "Country boy, if you

manage to save the patient, then fine. But if something goes wrong, if the patient doesn't recover, I'll

hold you responsible!"

Avery wasn't trying to be harsh on Daniel. Her intuition told her that this country boy might indeed

have the ability to save the patient. If he doesn't, it would mean he didn't take it seriously, and thus

she would naturally hold him accountable.

"Mom, don't worry. Grandpa will be fine. Once I administer the seventh needle, he will immediately

recover fully. If I fail to save Grandpa, I am at your mercy. Even if you beat me to death, I won't utter

a word of complaint. If I do make a single peep, I am not worthy to be your son-in-law!"

"Stop blathering! Get on with the seventh needle already! It's been ages; stop dilly-dallying. What

are you waiting for?"

"Mom, please, no rushing! The seventh needle is crucial for Grandpa's life; it must be given at the

perfect moment."

Daniel turned to Jessica with a grin, "Honey, go pull open the curtains."

"For what?" Jessica asked, puzzled.

"Just go open them," he urged.

"You're bossing me around now, idiot?" she replied with a frown.

"Brittany isn't here, so who else am I supposed to boss around? Surely you don’t expect me to boss

Mom around? I'd never dare!"

"Idiot!"

Despite her complaint, Jessica did as Daniel asked and opened the curtains, revealing a sunny sky

with no clouds in sight.

Daniel remarked, "This weather isn't right. To revive Grandpa, we’d need a bolt of shocking thunder!

It’s a clear sky without a cloud; it doesn’t look like it's going to thunder at all."

"Country boy, are you making excuses?" Beauty asked.

"Beauty, do I look like the type to make excuses?"

"Yes! You're not a man; you're a country bumpkin, a rascal!"

"And how would you know if I'm a man or not? You've never tried!"

Although Daniel spoke in a whisper, Jessica overheard him and pinched his waist yet again.

"Ah!"

Daniel cried out cheerfully once more.

"Idiot, if you don't keep that mouth of yours shut, if you spew nonsense again, I'll tear your mouth

apart!" Jessica warned fiercely.

"But honey, you didn't tear my mouth; you pinched my waist," Daniel cheekily corrected.