Chapter 6
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Trevor pulled the small brown pill from the box.
He couldn't help but let out a startled gasp. As soon as he took it out, a faint herbal fragrance began to fill the entire banquet hall.
Bruce's eyes narrowed slightly. The pill Trevor mockingly referred to as "dog poop" had once been highly coveted by many.
But since they didn't recognize its value, Bruce had no intention of explaining further.
"Bruce, what is this?" Ezra asked curiously, unable to hold back.
"It's a medicinal pill made from a secret Himalayan recipe. I heard Grandmother has some stubborn health issues. After taking this, those ailments will be cured."
Bruce replied calmly.
The room fell into stunned silence for a moment, before erupting into laughter once more.
"I thought he had regained his senses, but it looks like he's still not fully there. From a fool to a lunatic—what a transformation!"
"Does he think he's some kind of miracle doctor?"
"He's talking about curing diseases—maybe he should try fixing his own crippled legs first! Haha!"
Trevor, Quinn, and several other Meyers family members sneered openly; their faces full of contempt.
"Don't criticize people's shortcomings! You're taking this too far!" Ezra's eyes flashed with anger as she glared at the group.
"Ezra, they're just telling the truth,"
"He's a cripple himself. I wouldn't dare take any medicine he gives me."
Mrs. Meyers interjected, waving her hand dismissively, a look of disdain crossing her face.
The crowd burst into laughter once again, their mockery intensifying.
No matter the occasion, someone who's seen as a laughingstock will always remain one in the eyes of others.
"Look, Kellan, this is what Bruce the fool brought as a gift." Trevor raised the pill with a smug grin.
"What is this?" Kellan asked, frowning as he took the pill from Trevor.
"It's Bruce's so-called miracle pill. He claims it can cure all ailments," Trevor replied with a sneer, clearly enjoying the mockery.
Kellan paused for a second, pretending to inspect the pill before bringing it close to his nose with exaggerated skepticism. The next moment, he tossed it to the floor and stepped on it with a sneer.
Bruce watched this, a cold smile creeping across his face.
"Bruce,"
Ezra whispered, biting her lip, as she gently placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to calm him.
"Hoo!"
Bruce took a deep breath and slowly relaxed, choosing to remain silent.
"Mr. Meyers, this pill is no real medicine,"
"I don't know if it could cure anything, but if someone were to take it, it could be dangerous."
Kellan said with a smirk, though his expression remained serious.
"Is Bruce trying to poison the old lady?"
"Kellan's family deals in the medicinal business. If he says it's bad, he must be right."
"Bruce, you ungrateful fool! Were you trying to kill Mr. Meyers?"
With just a few words, Kellan had successfully painted Bruce as a villain, pushing him right into the center of the storm.
"This pill... there's only one,"
Bruce said quietly, his calm voice cutting through the accusations.
"What do you mean by that?"
Kellan scoffed, narrowing his eyes at Bruce.
Bruce simply shook his head, unwilling to waste further words on explaining something they wouldn't understand.
"Ezra, two years ago, you were willing to cut ties with Grandmother just to keep this fool around! Now, this traitor is trying to poison her. What are your intentions?"
Quinn stepped forward, seizing the moment to attack.
"I…"
Ezra stood there, speechless.
She had no idea where Bruce had found this mysterious pill, nor did she expect that since Bruce regained his senses, he'd draw even more attention and criticism than before.
"He's just a fool, and now you've decided to join him in this madness?"
"Ezra, you disappoint me so much!"
Mrs. Meyers said coldly, her voice filled with disappointment as she glared at Ezra.
Once again, Ezra and Bruce found themselves at the center of everyone's scorn.
"You're not welcome here. Just leave."
Quinn said coldly, crossing her arms as she addressed Ezra.
Not a single person in the Meyers family, from Mrs. Meyers to the others, stepped in to defend Ezra.
"Grandmother, please don't be upset. This must be some kind of misunderstanding,"
Ezra sighed softly as she began pushing Bruce's wheelchair toward the door. "I'll figure everything out and explain it to you later."
Being asked to leave her own grandmother's birthday banquet, in front of everyon, filled Ezra with an indescribable sense of humiliation and sadness.
Kellan considered stopping Ezra, but he decided against it, knowing the rest of his plan was already in motion.
"Now that the fool's gone, the air in here is a lot fresher," Trevor quipped with a laugh.
The room erupted into laughter.
Even Vernie, Ezra's mother, joined in, her laugh blending with the others.
After all, she had never seen Bruce as a suitable son-in-law. Since Ezra and Bruce weren't even married.
So, what does Bruce's disgrace have to do with her?
"Mother, Ezra once had an engagement with that fool Bruce, but since today is your birthday, why don't we make it official and have Ezra marry Kellan instead?"
Vernie began, standing up and addressing Mrs. Meyers.
"Now that Bruce has regained his senses, it's time for him to leave the Meyers family."
Mrs. Meyers didn't hesitate and was about to agree when suddenly the doorman's voice rang out.
"Mr. Stewart from Stewart Pharmaceuticals is here for birthday greetings to Mrs. Meyers!"
The entire room fell silent in shock.
Stewart Pharmaceuticals was a major player in River City's pharmaceutical industry.
The company was at the top of the market, even outshining the Diaz family in the medicinal business.
More importantly, the Stewart family wasn't just known for selling medicine—they were renowned healers as well.
Their reputation stretched far beyond just being merchants.
Moments later, a middle-aged man, accompanied by an elderly gentleman, entered the room.
"Mrs. Meyers, on behalf of Stewart Pharmaceuticals, I present you with our latest health tonic,"
"This elixir is designed to boost vitality, improve blood circulation, and slow the aging process."
Mr. Stewart said with a smile, offering a small box.
"Mr. Stewart, you're too kind! Please, have a seat!"
Mrs. Meyers beamed with joy as she eagerly accepted the gift.
The Meyers family marveled at the gift. Anything from Stewart Pharmaceuticals was a treasure of the highest order.
"What's that smell?"
Suddenly, the old man accompanying Mr. Stewart sniffed the air and frowned.
"What smell?"
The room went silent, and everyone looked at the elderly man in confusion.
"Something's not right... This scent..."
The old man inhaled deeply, his expression becoming more serious.
He scanned the room, his eyes growing wide in realization. Without a word, he pushed Kellan aside and knelt on the floor.
His eyes locked on the pill that had been crushed under Kellan's foot.
"Hiss!"
"This... this is..." His voice trembled with disbelief.
"What a waste! A tragic waste!"
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