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Chapter 48: Found the Fatal Weakness of the Gibsons
Just as the group was relaxing in the yard, a thud of footsteps approached. Wolf, who had been absent all day, stepped into the house carrying a large duffle bag. His unexpected return caused a brief silence, and he paused at the doorway, noticing the presence of so many people in the house.
Wynter raised an eyebrow, acknowledging his entrance. “You’re back? Grandma has been asking about you all afternoon. You should go and eat first.”
Wolf nodded, his usual silent demeanor in full force, and walked past the group into the house.
Sergio, noticing the heavy duffle bag, tried to offer help. “That’s heavy, right? Let me—” His words faltered as he attempted to lift it. His face contorted in strain, and he couldn’t even budge the bag. “What did you put inside this? Why is it so heavy?” he asked, breathless.
Wolf didn’t respond, only stared at him in silence, his expression unreadable. Sergio gave up, dropping his hands and panting. “How could a kid have this much strength?” he muttered under his breath.
Without a word, Wynter walked over, effortlessly lifting the duffle bag and tossing it into the storehouse with ease. It looked like she had just discarded a small bag of trash, as though it weighed nothing.
Sergio stood there, defeated, feeling like a weakling. Margaret couldn’t hold back her laughter. “Wolf’s born with incredible strength. And Wynter? She likes boxing. Look over there, there’s a sandbag.”
Sergio let out an awkward laugh, trying to lighten the mood. “I see… very unique hobbies.”
Dalton remained silent, his eyes focused on the teacup in his hands. He was deep in thought, his usual aloofness adding a quiet tension to the air. He fiddled with the beads on his wrist, his mind far from the casual conversation happening around him.
Wolf noticed Dalton immediately. With a few swift gestures, he signed, “Who is he?”
Wynter, taking the opportunity while Margaret went inside to slice fruit, responded casually, “He’s a patient.”
Wolf eyed Dalton again, his gaze lingering. Dalton’s composed demeanor, the beaded bracelet on his wrist, and his quiet, almost untamable aura seemed to draw Wolf’s attention. Something about him felt familiar, yet enigmatic. Wolf couldn’t shake the feeling that he had met him before, but he couldn’t place it.
Wynter noticed Wolf’s hesitation and explained with a shrug, “He pays well.”
At those words, Wolf stopped signing and silently served them tea, his actions shifting to something more hospitable. He then placed a piece of paper with a bank account number written on it on the stone table in front of Dalton.
Dalton, without missing a beat, raised an eyebrow and spoke in his deep, pleasant voice, “Take the card out, Ethan. Dr. Genius might accept it this time.”
Wynter responded with a smile, her tone confident, “This is what I deserve.”
Sergio, watching the exchange, couldn’t help but feel perplexed. The entire interaction felt oddly transactional, like a game played by people used to dealing in the shadows. He shook his head, thinking, Is this how they do things?
Wolf, still silent, took the card and blew on it before carefully tucking it into his pocket. When he noticed Sergio watching him, he signed, “What about you? How are you going to pay?”
Wynter’s response came easily, almost dismissive. “He’s not a guest. He’s a doctor from the hospital across the street.”
Wolf raised an eyebrow but didn’t push the issue further. He simply decided Sergio wasn’t worth his attention. Sergio’s teacup was unceremoniously taken away by Wolf, leaving him stunned and a little offended.
Fortunately, Margaret was there to ensure Wolf behaved. She shot him a look that made him pause before he went back to eating his bread rolls, his large appetite seemingly undisturbed by the awkwardness of the moment.
As the group walked out of the clinic afterward, Ethan lingered a moment behind. Dalton could tell something was on his mind, so he stopped and turned toward him. “Just say it,” Dalton urged, his tone neutral.
Ethan hesitated before speaking. “The younger brother of Dr. Genius… he’s not an ordinary boy, sir.”
Dalton’s expression remained indifferent as he fiddled with the beads on his wrist. “It’s fine. He’s not harmful.”
Meanwhile, back in the clinic, Wynter opened Wolf’s duffle bag. Inside, she found an assortment of items: hard drives, shopping cards, medical equipment, account books, and several lists of names.
A small, cold smile tugged at her lips as she sifted through the contents. “The Gibsons have quite a lot of cracking stories,” she murmured under her breath. Her eyes darkened with suspicion as she glanced at the papers. “No wonder they said no one in Southdale dares to touch them. They have powerful backing.”
Wynter’s thoughts swirled. The Gibsons weren’t just a wealthy family—they were a dangerous one. Whoever was covering their tracks had resources that even Wynter would have to tread carefully around.
With a sharp glance, she began making mental notes. This discovery was big—too big. And it might just be the key to bringing the Gibsons down.
