The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance novel Chapter 1858

After Stella's stitches were removed, Old Mr. Wyatt examined her hand carefully.

He nodded. "The recovery is going well, but you still need to avoid lifting heavy objects for the first three months and avoid overusing it for a year."

He paused for a moment before adding, "I'll be staying here for the next year to monitor your recovery. If you injure this hand, you can come to me for treatment anytime."

For Old Mr. Wyatt to be willing to stay in Solmaris until Stella was fully recovered was an immense favor.

Stella asked, "Thank you so much for agreeing to treat me, Old Mr. Wyatt. If there's anything you need that's within our power, I'll definitely…"

Before she could finish, Old Mr. Wyatt cut her off curtly.

"That won't be necessary. I've already received my payment, so there's no reason to accept another. Besides… the kind of payment I require isn't something everyone can afford."

As he said this, he glanced at Joshua, his expression deeply meaningful.

"Not even this young man here could provide it."

Joshua's eyes darkened. "May I ask what it is you require, Old Mr. Wyatt?"

At that moment, Mr. Burton cleared his throat from the side.

"It's just a few secret formulas. Don't listen to his nonsense."

Mr. Burton looked impatient. "Alright, if there's nothing else, you two can leave. I still have to study secret formulas with this old geezer."

Hearing that, Old Mr. Wyatt's eyebrows shot up. His usually emotionless poker face was contorted with anger.

"You're two years older than me, and you're calling me an old geezer?" Old Mr. Wyatt shot back. "You're the old bastard!"

They were so caught up in their fight that neither of them paid her any mind.

Seeing this, Stella didn't linger. She took Joshua's hand and left.

Mr. Burton and Old Mr. Wyatt argued until their throats were dry and they were out of breath, finally unable to continue.

Old Mr. Wyatt said coldly, "If it weren't for that boy Leonard's sincerity, I would never associate with someone like you."

Mr. Burton scoffed. "Are you really moved by his sincerity? Don't flatter yourself. You clearly saw him as a good test subject for your drugs. You have the nerve to talk about sincerity? The price of you 'saving' someone is harming them, so don't you dare play innocent with me. I've despised your detestable ways since we were young."

A flicker of discomfort crossed Old Mr. Wyatt's eyes, but he stubbornly retorted, "I wasn't the one who poisoned him, nor was I trying to kill him. I examined his condition and saw that he had developed a resistance to various drugs. I happened to have just developed a similar compound that could counteract the toxins in his system, and I wanted to test it…"

At this point, Old Mr. Wyatt seemed to realize he was in the wrong and added, "I admit I'm no saint, but developing formulas requires clinical trials. The human body is different from an animal's; some drugs can only be tested on people."