chapter 3 Break your mouth ===

"Poof!"
After a few breaths, the old man forcefully coughed up a mouthful of black blood and slowly opened his eyes.
Adrian stared in disbelief, his face turning extremely grim. It turned out that Sylvan had actually revived him!
"Grandpa! You scared me to death!" The young girl's eyes welled up with tears. She had been genuinely frightened just now.
"Don't worry, I'm fine." The old man assessed his condition and looked towards Sylvan beside him, his expression filled with excitement. "Young man, was it you who saved me? You… you know the Thirteen Ghostly Needles?!"
In his half-awake state just now, he suddenly felt countless warm currents surging into his body, rapidly restoring his consciousness.
Only then did he realize that Sylvan had inserted thirteen silver needles into his body!
The old man instantly felt his previously withered meridians quickly replenishing!
His complexion also became flushed!
"It was just a small favor."
Sylvan wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled faintly.
Using the Thirteen Ghostly Needles still consumed a great deal of energy for him at the moment.
The old man, dressed in a suit, exuded an extraordinary aura. He looked deeply at Sylvan.
The Thirteen Ghostly Needles were legendary acupuncture techniques. It was clear that this young man possessed extraordinary medical skills.
Thinking of this, the old man smiled kindly at Sylvan and asked, "Young man, what's your name?"
"Sylvan Pembroke."
"How old are you? Shouldn't you be working by now? Are you married?"
"Grandfather!" The young girl's face immediately turned red. "Are you checking his background?"
Saying that, the young girl approached Sylvan and bowed deeply. "Mr. Pembroke, thank you for saving my grandfather. There's one million in this card. If you think it's not enough, I can…"
Sylvan was somewhat surprised. She offered one million right away. It was clear that the other party was not an ordinary person. However, he remained unmoved.
"I practice medicine to save lives, not for money." Sylvan smiled.
Upon hearing Sylvan's words, Adrian's mouth twitched.
"Hahaha, talented and promising, indeed." The old man spoke and shook hands with Sylvan.
In that moment of the handshake, Sylvan's fingers rested on the old man's wrist, his brow slightly furrowing.
Why did the old man's pulse still seem a bit off? But for the time being, Sylvan couldn't pinpoint the issue.
"Young man, what's wrong?" the old man asked.
"It's nothing, perhaps I made a mistake in my perception. Please don't mind." Sylvan apologized.
"It's alright." the old man smiled.
Then, Sylvan coldly stared at Adrian and sneered, "Director Peter, it's time for us to settle our accounts!"
Adrian struggled to swallow a mouthful of saliva, feeling utterly ashamed.
The old man asked, "Young man, what's going on?"
Sylvan explained the situation, and upon hearing it, the old man and the young girl's faces darkened.
There are actually such scumbags!
"Young man, I have a close relationship with the dean of this central hospital. Leave this matter to me. I will make sure the director handles it seriously. You should take your mother home to rest… Marigold, escort the young man back and also take note of his contact information. From now on, Sylvan, you are an honored guest of the Bruno family." the old man instructed.
"Yes, grandpa." the young girl replied.
Sylvan was taken aback. Knowing the dean of the central hospital was no ordinary person.
Sylvan clasped his fists and said, "Thank you."
Then, Marigold drove a Porsche Panamera and sent Sylvan and his mother back home.
"Mom, you go home first. I still have something to do." Sylvan escorted Jasmine to the entrance of the residential area.
"Alright, don't overwork yourself. Take care of your health at work. Bring Begonia home for dinner after work tonight." Jasmine kindly smiled.
"Um!"
Sylvan's nose tingled, and he nodded heavily.
"If I had money and power, Begonia wouldn't have betrayed me… If I had money and power, Alaeic wouldn't dare to harm me."
"At the root of it all, it's because I'm someone without influence, just an ordinary intern at the hospital, that I've faced such hardships."
"I, Sylvan… I must make a name for myself, so that my mother can live a good life. I will trample on all those who look down on me!"
Sylvan clenched his fists tightly, silently making a vow.
As he watched Jasmine enter the residential area, Sylvan got back into Marigold's car and smiled, "Can you take me somewhere?"
Marigold nodded, "Of course, Mr. Pembroke. Where would you like to go?"
"The Civil Affairs Bureau!"
…
On the other side.
Inside an upscale Western restaurant, Alaeic cursed without any manners, "Damn it, what's wrong with Caliban? I asked him to wait for Sylvan, that useless piece of trash, to die and send me the news. But I can't even reach him on the phone."
All the diners in the Western restaurant turned their gazes towards them.
"Maybe Caliban is busy, dear. Don't worry," Begonia elegantly cut into her steak.
Just as Alaeic was fuming, he received a phone call. As he listened, his eyes widened in shock!
Crack!
His phone shattered into pieces as it hit the ground!
"What's wrong?" Begonia asked.
"Sylvan Sylvan… he's gone!" Alaeic exclaimed, "When the hospital nurse was doing rounds, she found Caliban collapsed in the ward, and Sylvan… I don't know where he went!"
"What?! How is that possible?!" Begonia was instantly shocked, dropping her knife and fork onto the floor.
At the same time, Begonia also received a text message from Sylvan, containing only four words…
Meet at the Civil Affairs Bureau!
Alaeic's gaze turned cold. "Good… very good! I didn't expect this useless piece of trash to be as stubborn as a cockroach!"
"Darling, what… what should we do? He couldn't have found out, right?" Begonia panicked, completely panicked.
Alaeic narrowed his eyes. "He shouldn't have. Our plan is seamless. Here's what we'll do. You go to the Civil Affairs Bureau, and I'll go find someone. Damn it… this time, I want to witness him being hacked into pieces on the spot!"
…
Half an hour later, outside the Civil Affairs Bureau.
Sylvan asked Marigold to go ahead. The old man had resolved the matter with Adrian for him, but he had no intention of seeking help regarding the situation between Begonia and Alaeic.
Squeak!
Just then, a taxi pulled up, and Begonia got out of the car.
Sylvan looked at her with cold eyes, expressionless, but his anger had reached its peak.
Begonia felt a bit guilty under Sylvan's gaze. "Sylvan, why… why aren't you lying in the hospital? Why are you here at the Civil Affairs Bureau?"
"Divorce." Sylvan said.
Begonia was still unaware that Sylvan already knew about her and Alaeic. She thought he was just sulking because she wasn't by his side when he woke up.
"Divorce? Honey~ Don't act like a child throwing a tantrum. We just got married two months ago. Why talk about divorce? Don't joke around. Let's go home," Begonia forced a smile and then swayed her hips to stand beside Sylvan, trying to grab his hand and pull him into the taxi.
Sylvan swung his big hand away and sneered, "Don't call me honey, it makes me sick! Go home? Are you taking me home or taking me to see Alaeic? I bet he's ready to finish me off this time, right?"
"You… you already know?" Begonia was instantly stunned.
Her expression showed one part disbelief, two parts surprise, and four parts panic.
Her voice sounded one part confused, three parts nervous, and six parts awkward.
"I… I really want to kill you!"
Suddenly, Sylvan raised his head, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins and intense killing intent!
Begonia was frightened by the look in Sylvan's eyes. She had never seen him with such a terrifying gaze before!
"Don't… don't… don't do anything rash!" Begonia swallowed hard, trembling inside.
"Talking won't help. Divorce," Sylvan took several deep breaths, suppressing his anger.
After the divorce, he would make sure to send Alaeic and Begonia, this pair of despicable people, to prison!
They almost turned him into a vegetable and fed him poison!
Begonia clenched her teeth. After being exposed by Sylvan, she felt a sudden clarity in her heart, and her eyes were filled with disdain. "You, a poor wretch, want to divorce me? Your worthless life still has some use. After you die, I'll get the one million insurance money, and then it won't be too late to divorce, dear husband!"
The last two words, "dear husband," were filled with mockery and disdain.
Begonia wasn't foolish. If she agreed to divorce Sylvan now, even if she had someone kill him, the insurance money wouldn't end up in her hands.
After putting in so much effort, sleeping with Alaeic countless times, and finally setting up this scheme, how could Begonia willingly hand over the one million to that old lady, Jasmine?
"If you want me to sign, you can show me one million right now, and I'll divorce you immediately!" Begonia coldly looked at Sylvan, sneering.
Sylvan clenched his fists, filled with extreme anger!
Just as he was about to say something, a fragrant breeze suddenly wafted over, and a graceful figure appeared beside them.
Marigold!
"Is it that if I give you one million, you'll divorce Mr. Pembroke immediately?" Marigold's gentle voice was ice-cold.
"Why haven't you left yet?" Sylvan was taken aback. "This doesn't concern you."
Begonia looked at Marigold's stunning face, feeling suddenly inferior. The malicious side of her emerged as she turned the tables, looking at Sylvan and Marigold and sneering, "Oh~ I knew it. We've been married for two months, and Sylvan has never touched me. Turns out he's been satisfied by you, this little slut! You two dogs, trying to force me to divorce? Dream on! See you in court!"
Slap!
Without saying a word, Marigold directly slapped Begonia across the face.
"Say one more word… and I'll smash your mouth!"