From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43 If He Can’t Heal Him, I Will

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“You believe you can challenge me with those meager skills, huh? You’re not even close to being qualified.” Leander remarked, his voice calm and steady. He resembled a master surveying an inferior.

Dylan’s eyes narrowed as he felt the sting of Leander’s words. His tone darkened. “Mr. Ashcroft, what do you mean by that? Are you suggesting that someone like me isn’t worthy of you?”

Leander casually turned his head, lifted his cup, and nodded nonchalantly. “That’s right.”

“Why you!” Dylan’s anger surged, bubbling just beneath the surface. Although his skills were still at the beginner level of martial arts, he considered himself at least a third–rate expert. Yet here was Leander, treating him like a mere nobody, as if he were unworthy of mention.

He was on the verge of exploding when Gale’s voice sliced through the tension. “Dylan, hold your tongue! Mr. Ashcroft is not the type to engage in a fight with you so easily.”

Gale understood that if Dylan continued down this path, the situation could spiral out of control, so he had to intervene. Although he himself harbored doubts about Leander’s true capabilities, he also recognized the need for caution.

If Dylan pushed too far and truly offended Leander, only to discover later that Leander possessed unmatched power as a Martial Sovereign, it would not only mean losing a chance to alter their family’s fate but also risk making an enemy of someone who could potentially obliterate them.

That kind of disaster would be beyond their means to recover from.

With a cold snort, Dylan suppressed his growing fury, his heart already convinced that Leander was nothing more than an arrogant youth brimming with empty bravado. If it hadn’t been for Gale’s timely intervention, he would have long since exposed Leander’s perceived bluff.

Ivy rested her chin thoughtfully on her hand, captivated by Leander’s handsome profile. Doubts about his true abilities began to creep into her mind, causing her previous resolve to win him over to falter. The persuasive words she had meticulously prepared now hung heavily in her throat, unable to escape.

“Mr. Ashcroft, I sincerely apologize. Dylan’s obsession with martial arts often leads him to challenge experts impulsively. If he has caused any offense, I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive us,” Gale said, bowing slightly in deference.

“It’s a minor issue,” Leander replied, waving his hand dismissively, his tone now taking on an instructive note. “However, there is one thing that Dylan must remember. Passion for martial arts and a desire to spar are commendable traits. Yet, it is crucial to choose the right opponents.

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“At the very least, he should seek out someone of similar skill. Sparring with someone far beyond his capabilities is not a true challenge–it is merely inviting humiliation.”

Dylan’s pupils dilated. A rush of fury ignited within him. The implications of Leander’s words were unmistakable: he was nowhere near Leander’s level, and any attempt to engage in combat would only lead to his embarrassment.

If it hadn’t been for Gale’s warning glance, Dylan would have already erupted in rage.

“You’re right,” Gale replied with a measured smile, choosing not to dispute the point. He turned to Ivy, anticipation glimmering in his eyes as he awaited her to present the grand gift they had meticulously prepared for Leander.

However, just as he was about to speak, his phone rang, cutting through the charged atmosphere.

Gale answered, listening intently as the voice on the other end delivered a few terse sentences. Suddenly, his expression transformed, the calm demeanor he usually maintained shattering into shock. “What did you say?”

He paused, a wave of anxiety sweeping over him as his mind raced to comprehend the gravity of the situation. “Move the medical equipment right now. Bring my father back to the residence. Do it as quickly as possible!” he ordered, urgency lacing his words.

Both Dylan and Ivy exchanged bewildered glances. They noticed that their elder brother’s typically composed demeanor was replaced by an unsettling intensity.

After hanging up, Gale had a different expression. Uncertainty clouded his features as he grappled with the implications of the news he had just received.

“Dad’s in trouble!” Gale exclaimed with panic etched on his features. “It happened just ten minutes ago. He suddenly started convulsing before his body was frozen stiff. The best doctors at Glendale Hospital have examined him, but none could uncover the cause of his affliction. They are utterly helpless!”

His voice trembled with urgency. “He’s come down with something abnormal, so I instructed them to move the equipment and bring him home first. I’m heading to Brooke Mountains to get hold of Dr. John!”

Upon hearing this, both Dylan and Ivy froze, their faces painted with terror,

William, the esteemed patriarch of the Halloway family, stood as the pillar that had once lifted them from obscurity to the pinnacle of Mornwick’s elite society. In his youth, he had bravely followed the military into battles across the nation, earning illustrious honors and rising to a high–ranking position.

Although he had since retired and no longer managed the family affairs, his influence

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remained palpable. His power extended into every significant sphere of Mornwick, making him the undisputed spiritual leader of the Halloway family.

Just three days prior, William had complained of feeling unwell and visited the hospital for a check–up. The doctors diagnosed him with malnutrition and administered IV treatments to restore his health. Gale and Dylan had not thought much of it at the time.

However, moments ago, the head of the hospital had called unexpectedly. William’s condition had taken a sudden, drastic turn, with no known cause. The emergency treatments had failed to yield any positive results, and he showed no signs of improvement.

Even though Gale, as the head of the family, was trained to maintain a calm demeanor in a crisis, the thought of his father’s peril caused his composure to falter.

“Mr. Ashcroft, I sincerely apologize,” Gale said, his voice steady yet urgent. “My father’s condition is critical. I must go to Brooke Mountains to bring Dr. John to treat him. Please rest here, and I will return to speak with you once this is resolved.”

Gale clasped his fists respectfully toward Leander before instructing Ivy to look after him. Then, he rushed out the door, urgency propelling him forward.

Leander’s purpose in visiting the Halloway Residence had not yet been fulfilled, so he naturally stayed behind. His curiosity was also piqued.

“Brooke Mountains? Dr. John?” he mused, unfamiliar with the name. Turning to Ivy, he inquired, “Who is this Dr. John?”

Before Ivy could respond, Dylan interjected. “Dr. John is how we refer to him here in Mornwick. His real name is Raymond. He’s a master of traditional medicine, a miraculous doctor capable of curing countless mysterious illnesses. They say he’s a true miracle worker who resides at the peak of Brooke Mountains. The man possesses genuine skills.”

As Dylan emphasized the words “genuine skills,” he seemed to underscore the point that Raymond was a true master, contrasting him sharply with Leander, whom he regarded as little more than a pretender.

“A master of traditional medicine?” Leander mused, not offering any immediate opinion. He simply posed the question, then took a sip of his drink, sinking into quiet contemplation.

About ten minutes later, a commotion erupted in the courtyard of the Halloway Residence. Ivy and Dylan rushed to the door as Glendale Hospital delivered William home. All the life- support machines had been set up, ready to assist in this critical moment.

As Ivy and Dylan busied themselves with the arrangements, Leander remained at ease, holding a delicate cup and leaning casually against the doorframe. He lifted his gaze toward the medical staff with an air of calm detachment.

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