Chapter 14 Either True or Fake Son-in-law Would Do
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Senior Mr. Quincy nodded, and then he asked straightforwardly as if something just occurred to him, “Vincent, my granddaughter... is she recovered?!”
Matthew, the white-coated doctor, the goatee man, and Carl who was still gloomy were all staring at Vincent.
“Not yet!” Vincent shook his head.
“What?! No?!” Senior Mr. Quincy and Matthew were startled.
“Yeah!” Vincent nodded. “To be honest, Senior Mr. Quincy, President Quincy, Lady Clare seems to have touched something unclean… viruses. All I decomposed were just one-fifth of it, and the rest are still in her mind.”
Vincent didn’t tell the truth just in case the family couldn’t accept it.
“Unclean viruses?! How is that possible?!” Matthew, the white-coated doctor, and the goatee man were all shocked, “How could there be such a thing?”
“Yes, there is!” Vincent nodded.
Senior Mr. Quincy, on the contrary, seemed to have accepted it quite soon, pressed his hand and said coldly, “How is that impossible?! It’s so serious that all the hospitals we went to could do nothing to help. Of course it’s unclean!”
Senior Mr. Quincy looked at Vincent and said worriedly, “Vincent! You just said... there are still four-fifths left in her body, then...”
“It’s okay! I will decompose them step by step!” Vincent nodded.
“That’s good! Vincent! I didn’t expect the person recommended by Chairman Martin to be so excellent! I’ll have to count on you to cure my granddaughter!”
Senior Mr. Quincy patted Vincent on the shoulder in a hurry, and then asked after a pause, “Speaking of which, Vincent, what year... were you born?”
“I was born in the year of Ox.”
“Ox?! What month is your birthday?!” Senior Mr. Quincy was surprised.
“August.”
“Oh!” Senior Mr. Quincy clapped his hands, hurriedly pulled Vincent to his feet, and looked at him, “Yeah! He is definitely 5'11, and looks in good shape! He’s indeed Clare’s future husband!”
“What?” Not only Vincent but also Matthew was dazed.
The frivolous young man shouted anxiously, “Really! Is it a real coincidence that his year and month of birth fit the description perfectly?! He must be lying?!”
“Why should I?” Vincent dumbly took out his ID card from the pocket and handed it to Senior Mr. Quincy.
Senior Mr. Quincy took a look at it to check on his ID card.
“Yes! It’s true! It’s true! Hahaha, my grandson-in-law is here! No wonder you can ease my granddaughter’s illness!”
Vincent was confused and couldn’t help scratching his head, “I’m a little confused. What are you talking about?”
“Why are you still pretending?! Isn’t it all written on it?! Otherwise, why are you here? You want to tell me you are here to offer help or you are a kind person?!” The frivolous young man pointed to the small advertisement on the coffee table that had just been put down by the goatee man and complained unhappily.
“To tell you the truth, I didn’t come here because of the advertisement. Chairman Martin recommended me...” Vincent didn’t have a chance to finish.
Senior Mr. Quincy patted him on the shoulder, “Vincent, are you married?!”
“Not yet.” Vincent shook his head.
“Then that’s it! Now I announce you Clare’s future husband!”
“No! Grandpa!” The frivolous young man immediately stood up and shouted.
Matthew also shook his head, “Dad! It’s not that easy! Don’t be so impulsive, OK?!”
“Carl, sit down! Matthew, you too!” Senior Mr. Quincy said coldly.
Senior Mr. Quincy paused and then said, “Do you really think I am impulsive and lose my mind to do this?!”
“No, no, of course not!” Matthew and Carl hurriedly waved their hands.
“I’ve told you before! When I asked for Clare’s fortune, the Taoist priest told me repeatedly that Clare could only be safe if she could marry someone who shares Vincent’s fortune! Did you forget that?!”
“We didn’t, Dad! But we don’t have to... settle the marriage so casually. It’s Clare’s marriage we are talking about! We can pay him more for the treatment…” Matthew said.
“That’s right, Grandpa! We should respect Clare as well!”
Vincent also nodded, “Yes, Senior Mr. Quincy. I… didn’t come here for this, and I… have no intention to be a matrilocal son-in-law, either. Although I am poor and don’t have a job yet, I’m sorry.”
Carl looked at Vincent upsettingly and muttered, “Show your colors, will you?!”
“Don’t you dare say that again!” Senior Mr. Quincy glared at Carl and introduced with a smile, “This is Carl, the grandson of an old comrade-in-arms of mine. He has been going to school and working in Fairfax, and I help take care of him.”
“Hello.” Vincent nodded.
“Humph!” Carl turned his head with contempt.
“Vincent, I don’t mean that you have to be a matrilocal son-in-law. It’s not true. We just say it that way. I’m kind of superstitious in terms of these things and I’m afraid that Clare would be molested by other unclean stuff.”
Wow?! Vincent was taken aback, admiring Senior Mr. Quincy’s instinct, or he was told by the Taoist priest.
“I believe you are a capable man, so I’d like you two to try it first. If you would fall for each other, of course I’ll support you; but if you wouldn’t or you feel bad about this, feel free to be the son-in-law in name but be her bodyguard in reality. Either way, I’ll pay you!”
“Bodyguard?! That will do.” Matthew nodded in relief.
Carl rolled his eyes, wanted to say something, but remained silent in the end.
“If so,” Vincent scratched his head. “I’ll do it. Since you will pay me, I’ll play along with the game.”
“Good, that’s good! Whether it’s true or not, you are my grandson-in-law in the outsiders’ eyes! This is the rule! Or our family will be embarrassed!” Senior Mr. Quincy exhorted.
“Oh, okay. I see.” Vincent nodded.
“Hey, man, congratulations!” Being like air for a while, the white-coated doctor and the goatee man both stood up to congratulate him and then said goodbye to Senior Mr. Quincy and Matthew.
The Quincy family wouldn’t let them leave empty-handed, so they gave each of them 10,000 for their diagnosis and treatment, which was quite generous and surprised Vincent.
If they were willing to give them so much even if the doctors failed, then anyone who came here would get money as well?
No wonder Carl didn’t like him ever since he arrived.
However, what he didn’t know was that the Quincy family was generous today only because Clare’s condition had improved.
If it were before, they would have given 1,000 at most.
The white-coated doctor and the goatee man didn’t take the money though. And the latter walked up to Vincent and delivered him a business card.
“Vincent Wayne, right? I’m Peter Walker from the Kendrick Clinic! I’m very curious about your technique and it seems like the long-lost bodhi therapy for me! Please, go find me in the Kendrick Clinic if you got time. I’ll be there waiting for you!”
Seeing his respectful expression, Vincent was a little embarrassed.
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