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Chapter 70: Good and Evil Deeds Are Rewarded
The people who weren’t caught in the video quickly went into hiding, while those who had been filmed were already under the control of the Special Operations Team. The speed at which the authorities had acted left everyone in awe. No one knew exactly how the Special Operations Team had uncovered the evidence against the Gibsons, nor did anyone know who was behind posting the viral video that had set the entire scandal in motion. Even the Special Operations Team was investigating the mysterious figure who had leaked the footage.
Inside the Yarwoods’ manor, the leader of the Special Operations Team made his way toward Theo, his expression serious but respectful. “The situation unfolded suddenly. I hope you can forgive our intrusion.”
Theo gave a small, knowing smile. “It’s no matter. You’re here to eliminate harm. Your actions are commendable.”
The leader shook his head, his voice tinged with disbelief. “I never expected something like this could happen in Southdale. They have completely disregarded human life.”
Theo’s gaze swept over the aristocratic families in the hall, his expression grim. “It is indeed a frightening thing.”
The leader spoke again, his tone respectful but tinged with admiration. “You’ve always been well-informed, Mr. Yarwood. Is there anything that scares you?”
Theo’s voice was firm and unwavering as he replied, “An unkind doctor is a nightmare for both patients and their families.”
The leader paused for a moment, as though deep in thought, before whispering cryptically, “Mr. Yarwood, you might want to consider postponing this seminar. Southdale’s troubles are far from over.”
Theo understood immediately, but his composure remained unshaken. He gave a small nod, signaling his understanding, and remained calm.
Without another word, the Special Operations Team left as abruptly as they had arrived. Only after they had departed did the people in the hall finally feel able to speak out.
“The Gibsons are so cruel!” someone shouted, their voice full of anger. “They deceived everyone—those are human lives they’ve ruined!”
The voices of outrage slowly began to build, the anger swelling as more people joined in. The revelations about the Gibsons continued to circulate online, fueling public outcry.
In the midst of the growing uproar, someone turned to Charlie Shepherd, who had been quietly observing. “Dr. Shepherd, don’t the Shepherds have the best relationship with the Gibsons? What do you know about this?”
Charlie, once confident, now looked uncomfortable. He stammered, “How could I possibly know? The president of the Traditional Medicine Hospital is the Lopez family!”
Abel, who was nearby, bristled with irritation. “Yes, my grandpa is indeed the president, but the board of directors is controlled by the Shepherds!” He straightened up, adding, “The Lopezes would never support such heartless acts. We stand ready for any investigation. What about you?”
Nelson, ever the elder and peacemaker, intervened. “Enough. The Gibsons have done wrong, and the police will handle it. Let’s not argue.”
Despite Nelson’s efforts to calm the situation, the atmosphere in the manor had turned chaotic. There was no longer any point in continuing the medical consultation, as no one was in the mood to discuss treatment when the scandal surrounding the Gibsons had so thoroughly upended the event.
The aristocratic families exchanged uneasy glances, and the doctors, many of whom had ties to the Gibsons, felt a chill in the air. Some of them had been apprentices to the Gibsons, others were only recently inducted into their fold. It was clear that the Gibsons’ fall from grace had sent ripples through the medical community, and the people involved—whether willingly or not—now felt the heat of the scandal.
The doctors and aristocrats began to filter out of the manor, their conversations a mix of concern and confusion. Many wondered who could have orchestrated the Gibsons’ downfall. The idea that someone had dared to take on the Gibsons, knowing their powerful ties, was enough to send shivers down their spines. Whoever was responsible clearly had no fear of the Kingbourne family or any other force that might try to protect the Gibsons.
As the room emptied, the tension lingered, and the answers to these questions remained elusive. But one thing was certain: the balance of power in Southdale was shifting, and the Gibsons’ reign of influence was coming to a dramatic end.
Wynter, who had been standing in the shadows throughout the commotion, finally stepped forward. Her presence was understated, but her quiet confidence drew the eyes of those around her. No one would have thought to associate this earth-shattering turn of events with the Yates’ “fake” daughter. She seemed unaffected by the uproar, her expression cool and composed.
Theo, deep in thought, finally spoke up, addressing the gathered crowd. “As you can see, the situation has taken an unexpected turn. Since it’s no longer suitable to hold a medical consultation today, we’ll reschedule the seminar for another time.”
No one objected. The energy in the room was gone, replaced by the weight of the scandal. The aristocratic families looked at each other uneasily, the once vibrant discussions of medical advancements now completely overshadowed by the shockwave of the Gibsons’ downfall.
The Shepherds, in particular, left quickly, their faces marked by worry. They had the most to lose given their close connection to the Gibsons. The other families weren’t far behind, all eager to distance themselves from the scandal.
Most of the doctors had ties to the Gibsons in some capacity—some had been their top apprentices, while others, like Yvette, had only just joined their ranks. No one knew what to make of the Gibsons’ sudden fall, and the air was thick with uncertainty. But one thing was clear: the repercussions of the Gibsons’ actions would be felt for a long time to come.
And whoever had orchestrated their fall? That person clearly had no fear of the consequences.
