Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)
Chapter 1689

"I-I don't know either." All of a sudden, Rowan started stuttering. "P-Perhaps the guy had some scheme, or that someone wants to stir up our family's tension with Heath..." "Who would have nothing better to do than something like that?" Sean asked dispassionately.

"H-How would I know that?!" Rowan feigned innocence. "It must be our enemies or maybe Heath's. There are so many evildoers in this world; who knows just what these people are up to?!" Sean furrowed his brows in response and looked at his brother with suspicion.

Guilt-ridden, Rowan dared not look Sean straight in the eyes, only ever feeling the centipede's movements with his head lowered.

He was certain his brother had started suspecting him. His only hope now was that the invisible centipede would take over. That way, he could control Sean forever.

Just then, Tristan stepped up and asked solemnly, "Uncle Rowan, there's a question I've been meaning to ask you. Would you mind clarifying it for

"What is it?" Rowan asked.

At that, Tristan took a gander at him. "Matthew and I left Grandville, so how did Freya manage to locate us?"

Rowan's heart skipped a beat in response.

Likewise, Sean turned to Rowan. This is indeed strange.

"How would I know?!" Rowan snapped. "Shouldn't you be asking

Freya this instead?!"

However, Tristan only continued asking, "One more question, Uncle. How did you manage to find Freya?"

Frey as head shot up in response, staring coldly at Rowan.

As awful as the man in question looked, he continued to fake innocence. "I-I just got lucky. Someone spotted her, so I took our men to find her..."

"Is that so?" Tristan sneered. "Well, isn't lady luck on your side, Uncle Rowan!"

"W-What are you talking about?!" Rowan grew vexed. "Tristan Cosby, don't forget that I'm your uncle, and you're just a woman! What right do you have to tell me what to do?!"

Everyone nodded in agreement, and Atticus echoed, "Rowan's right. Look at the kind of daughter you've raised, Sean. How dare she speak so rudely to her elder!"

Tristan's countenance turned ugly.

The Cosbys had always been patriarchal, and as a girl, she had no right to speak here at all.

"Uncle Atticus, Tristan had a close encounter with death. Is she not allowed to figure some things out?" Sean asked impassively. "Tristan might be a girl, but she's also my daughter! As long as I'm the head of the Cosby Family, she has all the right to speak here!"

"Just because she has the right to speak, it doesn't mean she is allowed to be rude to her elders." Atticus turned grim. "How dare she interrogate her elder like this?!"

"I don't think there's anything wrong with Tristan's words, Uncle," Sean retorted. "If an elder doesn't feel guilty of anything, he wouldn't consider her questions an interrogation."

Atticus frowned in response. "What are you trying to say, Sean? Rowan is your birth brother. Are you saying that he's feeling guilty?"

It was evident the old man was trying to provoke dissension.

It might look like he was backing Rowan, but in actuality, he was deliberately driving a wedge between the brothers, wanting the two to fight while he bagged all the benefits for himself.

Sean chose not to respond to his uncle. Instead, he turned to Rowan and questioned gravely, "Rowan, I'm the only person Tristan gave her location to, and I've only told you alone. Tell me, then-how did Freya

find out where they were?"