Barbara stared in disbelief and exclaimed, “What?! Anthony, what are you saying? We’ve been friends for so many years! How could you just sever ties with us like that?”

With a serious tone, Anthony replied, “Barbara, I truly appreciate Brother Wilson’s support. He was there for me when I needed it most, and I’ve helped your family for years without asking for anything in return. Gratitude and respect are fundamental to me, as you know.”

“Absolutely!” Barbara responded. “But I’m struggling to understand why you want to cut ties with us out of the blue. If I’ve done something wrong, just tell me—I’ll fix it!”

“No, Barbara, this isn’t your fault. It’s actually about your son, Kenneth.”

“Kenneth?” Barbara asked, astonished. “What did he do? Did he upset you? But he’s in Aurous Hill right now!”

“Yes, I’m in Aurous Hill as well,” Anthony explained earnestly. “I encountered Kenneth. To be honest, he didn’t offend me directly, but he did upset someone very important to me—my savior. I owe that man my life, and out of gratitude, I must distance myself from the Wilson family. I’m sorry.”

Barbara’s heart raced with anxiety.

Oh no, had her son really angered Anthony in Aurous Hill? How could he be so reckless?

Anthony was a renowned master of Chinese medicine, well-respected among the elite for his remarkable skills. There was a saying in Eastcliff’s high society: “Anthony Simmons can outsmart the Grim Reaper and extend your life!” This meant that if Anthony treated someone, even those on the brink of death could enjoy a prolonged life. For the wealthy and powerful, this was nothing short of a miracle!

Stanley Ho, the billionaire from Macau, had spent millions on medical treatments just to prolong his life. To him, life was far more valuable than money!

What good is wealth if you’re facing death? Ultimately, everyone ends up the same way—lying in a coffin, buried six feet under.

This reality made the affluent and powerful yearn even more for Anthony’s expertise.

The Wilson family was often envied by the wealthy elite in Eastcliff due to their close relationship with Anthony. While many would pay handsomely for his services, they were fortunate enough to have him visit annually for check-ups and treatments.

Barbara’s husband, Kenneth’s father, had been diagnosed with cancer a decade ago. Thanks to Anthony’s exceptional care, he lived for several more years, passing away only last year at 86.

Barbara had hoped to live into her nineties or even beyond with Anthony’s continued support, but now she was faced with the shocking news. Desperately, she pleaded, “Anthony, please, I’m begging you, don’t stoop to Kenneth’s level and hold a grudge against him. He’s your junior! I hope you can forgive him for whatever he did wrong. I’ll speak to him right away and make sure he apologizes to you…”

Anthony interrupted her, “It’s no use, Barbara. It’s not about me being offended. He crossed a line by upsetting my savior. This is where our conversation ends. I won’t change my decision. I wish you good health and a long life. Goodbye!”

With that, Anthony ended the call abruptly, switched off his phone, and instructed, “Xyla, lock the door. Let’s head back to the hotel.”

***

Meanwhile, Kenneth and Christopher were returning to the Wilson family villa.

As soon as they arrived, Kenneth hurried to the living room, poured himself a glass of water, and began examining the Viagra he had taken out. “So, do I take one at a time?” he asked, reading the instructions.

Lady Wilson blushed at the sight of Kenneth’s openness about the medication.

Hannah turned her gaze away, feeling awkward.

Wendy, however, was a bit more enthusiastic.

Kenneth had been distant and cold towards her since his impotence became a reality.