I’m Someone Else

Chapter 258

Chapter 258

Quincy might have been living a quiet life for years and seldom made any appearance, but he was still highly regarded in the circle. People with wealth and power treasured their lives and health a lot more than anyone else. Being one of the most revered members of this country’s medical society, Quincy had immense power and network.

Gunnar knew that, of course. He might have taken an arrogant stance against Leah, but he knew very well there were some people he must bow down to.

The middle-aged man nodded. Gunnar might be an important person, but so was Quincy. He had heard of Quincy’s stories, and it was a given that Gunnar must greet him after he came to this city.

They arrived at Prescott Hospital a while later. Gunnar went to the director’s office right away. He knocked on the door and waited for a moment.

“Come in,” Quincy said.

Gunnar went inside and bowed. “It has been a while since we met, Mr. Hofstead.”

Quincy gave him a cursory glance, the look on his face deadpan. He knew Gunnar would come. The moment Gunnar boarded the plane, his contact in Capitalis told him about it. Given Gunnar’s way of doing things, it would be odd for him not to come over.

Quincy wasn’t about to show him any courtesy, and he didn’t even invite him to take a seat. “Why are you here?”

That annoyed Gunnar a little. What did you say? I came all the way here just to see you, and you’re not even offering me a seat? And you’re snapping at me? Damn it, you’re looking down on me, aren’t you, you git?

He might be incensed, but he couldn’t say it out loud. Screaming in his head was the best he could do. Even back in Capitalis, everyone would love to inveigle themselves with Quincy. Even his father would stay docile and polite around Quincy, and they weren’t even that far apart in age.

“My father wanted you to have a few books. You’re looking into alternative medicine lately, aren’t you? These are ancient books. They talk about acupuncture and formulas for meds. I think you’re the only one who can make sense of them.”

He gave his lackeys a look, and they brought out a wooden box, placed it before Quincy carefully, and opened it.

Quincy gave it a desultory look. He would probably be ecstatic to see them before he met Thomas, but now? Now, he wouldn’t even give them a moment of his time. You call these ancient? They’re not even a century old. Compared to The Imperial Acupuncture, this is trash.

Quincy knew why Gunnar came to Irieson. He was here for Olivia, the very woman Thomas risked his life to protect. If he showed this brat even a little courtesy, he would be turning his back on Thomas. He waved his hand. “Take them back. I don’t need it.”

“Um…” Gunnar couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He’s not even giving us any courtesy. He had never met anyone who would refuse their family’s gifts until Quincy came along. The fury in his heart was burning bright. I’ve told him it’s a gift from Dad, and he still won’t take it? He’s not just disrespecting me; he’s disrespecting our whole family.

Just an hour ago, Gunnar humiliated Leah, leaving her awkward, and now he was in her position, humiliated by Quincy. Karma came back to bite him in the butt fast.

Quincy ignored the seething Gunnar and chased him away. “I have work to do. If you have nothing else to say, leave. I don’t like anyone disturbing me when I work.”

Gunnar’s face twitched, but he held back his fury and left.

“And take these away too.”

Gunnar and his lackeys might be leaving, but they weren’t planning on taking away the medical books. Quincy wasn’t stupid. If he were to take these gifts, it would be akin to accepting their gesture of friendship. Should the moment come when they had a falling out, he would have to hold back, and that was taboo for him.

Gunnar was red with fury, but he told his lackeys to take the books away. He wanted to scream, but instead, he simpered and backed off. It was obvious he hated the situation.

The moment they left the hospital, his lackeys complained, “He thinks he’s some sort of bigshot. He’s just an old git.”

“Yeah. He should feel honored that Mr. Flynn came to see him, but the nerve of him to give us an attitude. Damn it, I wanna beat him up.”

“Shut it!” Gunnar roared. He was already in a bad mood, and his men were yammering nonstop, irking him even more. All his life, he was the only one dishing out humiliation. No one had the guts to dish it back to him except Quincy, and he couldn’t even do anything about it.

He got into his car and told the driver to take him to their family’s villa in this city. First, I need to get some sleep.

At the same time, Declan was lying in the corner of his living room limply, blood trickling down his chin, and he clutched his chest with one hand. He couldn’t believe what just happened. The one who did this to him was none other than his long-lost mother—Leah. His mother beat him to a pulp. Not even beasts would harm their own children.

“Listen to me and call Olivia. Tell her to go to the hotel tonight. I have a feast waiting for her. Please don’t blame me for this. She’s throwing a tantrum right now, so I need you to ask her out.” Leah sat on the couch, looking calm. She wasn’t even fazed after beating her son to a pulp. Not an ounce of guilt flared in her heart. Not my fault. That b*tch wouldn’t listen to me. I was forced to do this.

“Don’t do it, Declan!” Yuna roared. She was pinned down by one of Leah’s lackeys, a knife against her throat.