Joshua had been the one who had found the Clinging Root.
Malcolm and Hunter had simply used the fact that Jude and Christopher had never met in real life before to trick them!
The Landry family had even thought that Malcolm was their savior and given the Quinn Group plenty of business privileges.
Malcolm glanced at Rosalyn with a pitiful expression, then glanced at Luna. Finally, he lowered his head and confessed, "It was all my fault..."
He let out a sigh and continued, "I knew that Mrs. Landry needed the Clinging Root for the antidote, and I was nervous to prove myself, but..."
He lowered his head to stare at his legs. "But I'm already a cripple, and I can't afford to go searching for it myself, so I asked my cousin Hunter to help me..."
Malcolm closed his eyes with a pained expression and leaned against the headrest of his wheelchair. "I had been reminding Hunter of this search every day and even gave him everything I had left in exchange for this favor. Finally, he promised me that he'd think of a way.
"After that, you all know what happened. He returned with the Clinging Root, and I brought it to Swan Lake
Chalet immediately for Dr. Christopher."
As he said this, Malcolm let out a sigh. "I had no idea that Hunter had...done all this behind my back. I thought he had sent his men out to search for the Clinging Root, but I was wrong."
Malcolm clenched his fists and started pounding on his limp legs. "It's all my fault! Why am I so useless? If I could've stood up and searched for it myself, none of this would have happened...!"
With that, he lifted his head to stare at Christopher, then at Rosalyn, with tears clinging onto the edge of his eyes. Then, he gave them each a bow. "I had only found out about this today. I apologize for my ignorance and I apologize on behalf of my cousin brother, Hunter."
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