The Thomas Household, Timothy Thomas arrives!
“You’re still alive?”
When Samuel Thomas, Timothy Thomas, Dorothy Collins, and the others saw Timothy, their expressions changed, filled with astonishment.
“Timothy!”
Sophie Thomas rushed into his arms, her face full of excitement.
“Sophie, come here!” Dorothy's face darkened as she sternly called out to Sophie, then turned her gaze to Timothy. “Timothy, I don’t know how you managed to leave the Blake Household alive, but you need to face reality. You are no longer the eldest son of the Evan Household. You don’t deserve to be with Sophie anymore, and your presence will only bring her danger. Worse, you could endanger our entire family!”
“Mom—” Sophie began, but Samuel interrupted, “Sophie, your mother is right. This guy has offended the Blake Household. They won’t let him go. If you stay entangled with him, you’ll doom our family. The Thomas Household is your grandfather’s life’s work. Do you want to drive him to his grave?”
“I...”
Sophie’s expression faltered, unsure of what to say.
“If you’re going to bring up Grandpa, then let’s have him weigh in,” Timothy said coldly.
“Kid, my father has been paralyzed and unable to speak since his stroke. What’s the point of bringing him out?” Samuel snapped.
“Grandpa had a stroke?” Timothy asked in surprise. Sophie quickly explained, “Timothy, Grandpa suddenly had a stroke a year ago. He’s been unable to move or speak since then.”
“Sophie, where is he? Take me to see him,” Timothy requested.
“Who do you think you are, Timothy? You can’t just see him whenever you want! Someone, throw him out!” Samuel ordered.
But before anything could happen, Timothy Thomas interjected, “Big brother, our father cherished Timothy back then. Let him see our father. Perhaps seeing Timothy might improve his condition.”
“Sophie, let’s go!” Timothy ignored Samuel and followed Sophie to the room where Elder Thomas lay.
In the room, an emaciated, white-haired old man lay motionless on the bed, his eyes dull and expression stiff. It was Elder Thomas.
Timothy walked over, his brows furrowed deeply.
“Timothy, what’s wrong?” Sophie asked, noticing his troubled expression.
“Grandpa is poisoned!” Timothy exclaimed.
“What? Poisoned? How is that possible?” Sophie gasped, her face turning pale.
“You’re spouting nonsense!” Samuel exclaimed, entering the room. Timothy Thomas followed and asked, “Timothy, are you serious?”
“Grandpa is indeed poisoned. And it’s not just any poison—this kind of toxin is undetectable by regular doctors or equipment, so it was mistaken for a stroke,” Timothy stated coldly.
“If doctors and machines can’t detect it, how do you know he’s poisoned? Are you just making things up to show off?” Dorothy Collins sneered.
“Mom, I believe Timothy. He wouldn’t lie!” Sophie defended him, while Timothy calmly replied, “You’ll know if it’s poison when Grandpa wakes up!”
With a swift movement, Timothy flicked his right hand, revealing two silver needles between his fingers. He quickly inserted them into Elder Thomas’s Baihui and Tanzhong acupoints.
“What are you doing? Stop it!” Samuel shouted, rushing forward to stop him.
“Be quiet!” Timothy shot Samuel a chilling glance, which made Samuel freeze in place, his body tingling with fear.
“Uncle, don’t worry. Timothy knows medicine; he’s treating Grandpa!” Sophie quickly explained.
“He knows medicine?” Dorothy glanced skeptically at Timothy.
“Yes, didn’t I tell you before? Timothy was the one who healed my face!” Sophie nodded.
“Nonsense! He’s just a good-for-nothing from a ruined family. How could he possibly know medicine? Someone, get this boy out of here!” Samuel barked, about to summon the servants. But at that moment, a sudden coughing sound interrupted.
Everyone’s eyes turned, shocked to see Elder Thomas, whose dull eyes had returned to normal. He was awake, and the two silver needles Timothy had inserted into his body had turned black, emitting a dark mist.
Timothy swiftly removed the needles and asked, “Grandpa, how are you feeling now?”
“Timothy, you’re alive? That’s wonderful!” Elder Thomas exclaimed excitedly.
“Grandpa!” Sophie cried out in joy at seeing her grandfather awake.
As for Samuel and the others, they were all in disbelief and quickly exclaimed, “Father!”
“Hmph, you fools! You couldn’t even tell whether I had a stroke or was poisoned. If it weren’t for Timothy, I would’ve been dead long ago!” Elder Thomas scolded, and they all lowered their heads, not daring to argue.
“Timothy, thank you. If it weren’t for you, I...”
Elder Thomas looked at Timothy gratefully, but Timothy smiled and said, “Grandpa, you were always so good to me. It’s only right for me to help.”
“But Grandpa, do you know who poisoned you?” Timothy asked.
Elder Thomas’s eyes narrowed as he replied in a serious tone, “The poison must have come from someone within the family.”
“Someone in the family dared to poison you, Father? I’ll find out who it is right away!” Samuel exclaimed, but Elder Thomas interjected, “No need. Let Timothy handle the investigation...”
