Man With Super Medical Skill novel Chapter 3363

"What? You can't reach him either?"

In the president's office of the Hulwin Martial League, James had both hands pressed firmly on the desk, staring in shock at Stellan in front of him.

"That's right. We haven't been able to get in touch with Matthew since yesterday afternoon," Stellan confirmed seriously, wondering why James seemed so agitated. Even if Matthew was temporarily unreachable, it shouldn't have caused this much panic, right?

James' face paled, and an unnatural expression took over. The fact that Matthew had suddenly become unreachable was concerning, especially since he was far away in Dewsbury.

Helen and Miller were supposed to finish some handover matters within two days, max. If they couldn't find Matthew in time and get him to step in, James—who was already afraid of his wife—would have no way to stop Helen, who was notoriously obstinate.

"Is there any way we can contact Matthew quickly?" James asked urgently, his eyes locked on Stellan, hoping for a solution.

Stellan pondered for a moment. "Even though I can't reach Matthew or Shawn, I can contact the Martial League in Dewsbury. I'll get them to tell me what's going on with Matthew as soon as possible."

Stellan's words eased James slightly, and he nodded. "Alright then. I'm counting on you for this, Mr. Warrington. If you get in touch with Matthew, tell him there's trouble, and he needs to get back immediately!"

Stellan nodded again, showing he understood. Though he didn't know what exactly had happened, his years of experience told him it was probably some family drama. As the president of the Hulwin Martial League, he had some knowledge of Matthew's family situation. His mother-in-law, Helen, was a typical snob who had never fully accepted Matthew. And James, a man with no backbone, was always afraid to take a stand. It was still a wonder how they ended up with a son-in-law like Matthew.

Stellan sighed quietly to himself, regretting that he hadn't had a daughter of his own. If he had a capable son-in-law like Matthew, he wouldn't even think about giving the man a hard time—he'd probably treat him like his own father.

Meanwhile, at the Cunningham Residence, things were lively. Helen, Tritus, and Miller were sitting together, laughing and chatting. Upstairs, Clara stood on the balcony, gazing down, her eyes filled with thought. She had initially assumed things wouldn't progress as smoothly as they had, but everything seemed to be falling into place.

Matthew was nowhere to be found, completely off the radar. Tritus' five-billion-dollar investment had created the perfect timing. And her influence with Miller ensured that the social dynamics were in their favor. Helen now had only one thought in her mind—how to punish Matthew, the cheating traitor. The idea of his infidelity was so firmly planted in her mind that she wouldn't even entertain the possibility that he might be innocent.

"Aunt Helen, I brought this back from Cathay for you," Miller said, placing a delicately wrapped, intricately designed tin box in front of her.

"What's this?" Helen asked curiously, eyeing the small tin box as she glanced at Miller.

"This is from my grandfather's personal tea garden. He grows it himself, and each year, he harvests just three ounces. When he heard I was leaving, he personally set aside two ounces for me to bring to you and Uncle James as an apology and a gesture of goodwill," Miller explained, his words perfectly striking a chord with Helen. She was a woman who enjoyed her status, and it would be a lie to say she had no resentment toward the Cunningham Family.