Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew) novel Chapter 1690

The others burst into a tumult upon hearing so, and they looked toward Rowan. Even Atticus' eyes widened.

He now finally understood why Sean would stand up for his daughter.

Frankly speaking, Sean had begun suspecting Rowan!

At that, he couldn't help feeling joyous—it'd be perfect that the brothers clashed, after all.

That way, he wouldn't even need to make a move for the two to weaken each other, and by then, he would be able to make his son the patriarch of the Cosby Family.

As such, Atticus said no more and even took a step back, making way for Rowan, who was stammering as cold sweat drenched his forehead.

Tristan took a gander at him and retorted, "Looks like you're unable to answer the question, Uncle Rowan. Why don’t we ask Frey a instead?"

At that, she walked toward Freya. "Freya, how did you manage to find us?"

"Why should I answer you?" Freya's face was far from amiable.

However, Tristan only smiled. "I have a good idea even if you choose not to say anything, Freya. Gregory and Lord Voodoo gave you our location, didn't they?"

A hint of glimmer flashed across Freya's eyes upon hearing so. Though she said nothing, her eyes already conveyed multitudes.

Likewise, Tristan was shocked when she saw Frey as eyes, for Matthew was the one who told her all of this, and he had deduced it from the limited clues they had.

Who'd have thought Matthew was a hundred percent correct?!

With that, she took a deep breath and asked, "In that case, do you want to know how my uncle found you?"

Likewise, Sean looked icily at his brother. "What else do you have to say for yourself, brother?"

"I... This can't prove anything!" Rowan snapped with a flushed face. "It's merely their speculation! Any excuse will serve a tyrant. If you're going to convict me based on these speculations, then I have nothing to say!"

Disappointment enveloped Sean's face as he asked, "Rowan, are you still not going to admit your doing when it has come to this?"

"Why should I when I've done nothing?!" Rowan retorted.

Sean flew into a rage, but just as he wanted to speak, Tristan beat him to it. "If my guess is right, Uncle, your chat history with Gregory and Lord Voodoo is still on your phone. Do you dare let us check it?”

Rowan turned grim at once, and he took a subconscious step back while putting his hand over his pocket.

Seeing so, Sean stepped forward and demanded, "Rowan, let me take a look at your phone!"