The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 317

Chapter 317 The Marshall Family In Crisis

“Lucien, you need to calm down. The medical team is doing all they can. Don’t stir up chaos.” Leon reprimanded Lucien in front of the assembled Marshalls.

“Calm down? They’ve been chatting for more than an hour!” Lucien’s fury simmered just beneath the surface. He’d been watching his grandfather deteriorate with each breath. Waiting any longer might cost Calvert his life.

Leon, in contrast, was composed–unnaturally so. His son, Higgs, had already outlined everything to him. Their only task now was to sit back, let Calvert die, and then pin the blame on Lucien and Maren.

Once that happened, Higgs would rise to take Calvert’s place as patriarch.

The entire Marshall family would fall into their hands.

Though Higgs had claimed no cure existed for the toxin, Leon secretly wished for delays. The longer the doctors debated, the faster Calvert’s demise.

Eventually, one doctors stepped forward, hesitant but compelled. “It’s 1. that we don’t want to treat him. The poison has ravaged your grandfather’s body beyond reversal. We’ve exhausted all known treatments. In my decades of practice, I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Kashton Truman, the director of the hospital, made the statement. At fifty he was one of the nation’s most esteemed medical minds, frequently attending prestigious health summits dely regarded as the pinnacle

of clinical excellence in the area.

But ever since Calvert had been brought under his care, Kashton had tried ever thing he knew, only managing to push back the inevitable outcome.

In other words, he could only delay Calvert’s death for a little while longer.

Lucien’s complexion drained of color. “If you’ve reached your limits, then who else could possibly save him?”

It was hard for him to accept the potency of the toxin.

Who could be heartless enough to inflict such a vicious fate on his grandfather?

“My apologies,” Kashton muttered with a heavy exhale.

If someone of his caliber couldn’t counteract the poison, what hope was there for anyone else in the room?

The attending doctors stood silently, avoiding eye contact, shoulders slumped.

“Don’t lose hope! I’m willing to pay any price. If any of you can pull him through–whoever you are—we’ll ensure you’re generously rewarded!”

Lucien made the offer with everything in his heart.

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Among Calvert’s grandchildren, Lucien had always held a special place. Despite Lucien’s shortcomings, the old man had never turned harsh.

Even when Lucien had introduced Maren, who had an underworld background, as his girlfriend, Calvert had only called him aside for a private talk. In the end, Calvert didn’t make things difficult for him.

Now, barely two weeks since Lucien’s departure, calamity had struck. The speed of it all was staggering.

There was no time left to pursue the guilty party. All Lucien wanted now was a miracle.

But Leon, hearing Lucien’s desperate offer, grew furious. In his mind, the Marshall family was meant for him

and his son. How dared Lucien risk their inheritance so freely?

“Lucien, have you lost your mind? You’re willing to offer our future to strangers? This isn’t right. Do you think

this is what your grandfather would have wanted after he dies?”

“Shut up! He’s not going to die!” Lucien yelled, voice cracking with fear and anger.

The rest of the Marshalls turned toward Leon with disapproval etched on their faces.

Calvert was still breathing. Speaking of his death was out of line.

“I’m just being honest. All he ever wanted was for the family to stay strong. I might not be able to save him,

but I can honor his vision,” Leon argued, wounded by the backlash. He didn’t think his words were wrong–he

just thought reality had caught up.

“You! Get out!” Lucien, unable to restrain his fury, shoved Leon hard, sending him crashing to the floor before

everyone.

“I’m your uncle, Lucien! How dare you treat me like this?” Leon’s cheek was scraped from the fall. He hadn’t expected such brute force, and as he tried to rise, a sharp cry escaped his lips.

“Lucien can fight?”

The relatives whispered among themselves, surprised.

Lucien had always had a reputation as a carefree hedonist–certainly not somec e with fists.

But now, unmasked by rage, he revealed a strength none had seen before.

“So that’s what you’ve been hiding. You’ve been playing dumb all this time. Is this your plan to take over? Did you poison your grandfather yourself?” Leon barked, flinging wild accusations like a man unhinged.

As an elder of the family, being disgraced in front of the family by someone younger was a humiliation he