Kingston spat out coldly, "No!"
Upon hearing that, Carmen's face turned livid. "You... You're just as heartless as your father! Take a look around you-do you see any of your family here?
"No, right? That's because anyone who's associated with your family would end up getting cursed! You... You're a monster! You'll definitely end up terribly!"
After she berated him, Carmen got up from the floor and swore at Kingston as she took her leave, leaving Kingston standing frozen in his spot like a statue.
A long while later, Kingston stiffly moved to the washroom in the yard and pushed the door open, dropping his pants before he proceeded to sit on the toilet.
Matthew could feel the pressure Kingston was facing even from the yard, and somehow, he felt a trace of pity toward the man whose tongue was so poisonous he could make people cry. Right now, Matthew didn't know how he should approach Kingston and talk to him either.
All of a sudden, he heard muffled and broken sobs coming from the side. When Matthew turned his head toward the washroom, he noticed that the doors were left open and that Kingston was sitting on the toilet with both his hands covering his face.
As Kingston was whimpering softly, his body began to tremble. The more he cried, the more he lost control over his emotions, and it turned his sobs into deafening wails that even Matthew felt inexplicably distressed for him.
Watching Kingston, Matthew wanted to step in and pacify him. However, he decided against it after moments of hesitation-perhaps it would be better for Kingston to cry it all out to feel better later on. After all, he was in a pretty despondent situation.
Around ten minutes later, Kingston washed his hands and exited the washroom, his expression turning awkwardly stiff when he saw Matthew, who was still in the yard. "Why haven't you left?"
Then, Matthew replied, "I won't leave until I get my hands on the Plague Compendium and Miracle Healing Banner, so can we have a good talk?"
Upon hearing that, Kingston's expression turned cold. "There's nothing for us to talk about. I don't have the things you're looking for."
Matthew took a look around the yard and noticed a stool beneath the tree. Then, he walked over to it and sat down, saying, "Can I wait here? I'll wait till you change your mind."
At that, Kingston shrugged, "Do as you please. But remember, I'm a veterinarian who frequently treats diseases at poultry farms, so I might be carrying avian flu or some other kinds of zoonotic diseases. Don't blame me if you get infected!" According to his response, Matthew was now even more certain that Kingston was the successor of the Fevera Sect. "You won't be able to scare me away with that. I'm a doctor as well."
Following that, Kingston went in to cut some watermelons and proceeded to eat them at the marble table under the shade.
While he ignored Matthew, Matthew thought hard and long about what he should bring up to engage in a conversation with Kingston. Who knew how long he would be staying if he didn't do something now?
"I heard that your ancestors were all beheaded, so by right, there shouldn't be any descendants left in the Wooler family. Hasn't anyone raised their objections when you claimed to be the rightful successor of Fevera Sect?" Matthew asked.
At this point, Kingston had already finished eating his watermelon, leaving only the rinds behind. He then took a glance at Matthew before he said, "Of course there are. Back then, when my ancestors chose to get beheaded instead of surrendering, they sent the youngest one away to preserve their lineage."
Matthew never expected things to turn out like that. "It's such a shame to see the traditional plague-treating techniques getting shelved after Elijah's death. But aren't you exposing yourself by telling me all these?"
Kingston was unfazed as he replied, "Those who can find me here know very well about my family history and who my ancestors are, so there's no point for me to hide it.
"But I really don't have the Plague Compendium and Miracle Healing Banner that you're looking for. They went missing ever since my father disappeared, and I only learned a little of it, so I switched careers and became a veterinarian."
Though Matthew didn't show it, he was secretly delighted that Kingston had started talking. "What should I do to make you believe that I'm from the medical association?"
But Kingston coldly replied, "What does it matter whether I believe you or not? I don't have the Plague Compendium anyway."
Once again, their conversation hit a dead end, which left Matthew feeling deeply frustrated.