The Great Medical Saint (Matthew) novel Chapter 428

As Horace's trusted confidant and nephew, Giles was like a family to him. Giles handled the stuff Horace couldn't get involved in. He took care of all those matters.

With all the years they'd known each other, Horace treated Giles like his son. The fact that it wasn't Giles calling him made him worry that Giles could be in danger.

The voice over the phone started trembling. "He could be dead."

Upon hearing that, Horace snapped. "What do you mean by 'could'? What's the situation? Get straight to the point!"

Though his voice was old and frail, it was as terrifying as a tiger when he shouted. Anyone hearing it would feel their skin crawl.

The person on the phone started speaking faster. "The villa went up in flames. Before the place caught fire, the handpicked elite soldiers and Mr. Wood were still inside. I suspect they're already dead."

Horace smashed the watering can to the ground. It became dented as it rolled toward a flowering pot before stopping. Water had spilled all over the place.

With bloodshot eyes, Horace growled like a ferocious beast that had lost its child. "How could you kill Giles, Matthew? You're finished, and your family's done for."

After a moment of silence, the person on the line added, "Here's something else that's important. While over ten of the elite soldiers are dead, one person among them made it out alive. His name is Denzel. I have a feeling that he's involved in why the whole thing got exposed."

Horace tried his best to recompose himself. "Tell me the details."

Over the phone, the person continued, "Everett and the team went to Matthew's company. He got so scared that he immediately put his hands out, asking Everett to cuff him.

"There's no way he could take out a bunch of special forces soldiers, or he wouldn't have so willingly let himself be cuffed at the company. I suspect that the problem is with Denzel."

Denzel? Horace kept muttering the name when he suddenly recalled something and rushed back into the house.

He picked up the office phone on his desk and dialed a number, but hesitated for a bit and put it back down. Then, he grabbed his phone and called the same number.

As soon as the call went through, Horace didn't raise his voice immediately. He stayed calm but spoke in an unsettling, cold tone.