Chapter 293 He's a Good Man?

"Emily, are you saying you want the Hayes brothers to be released so they can continue plaguing

our family? So Greenfield can keep suffering under that coal mine? So the villagers can keep

getting cancer?" Brittany challenged.

Emily responded with a cold, mocking laugh. "Heh!" After her laugh, she added, "I'm stating facts.

The Hayes brothers will definitely be set free! And do you think Liam is a good person? Haven't

these things happened before?"

Their argument irked Oliver, especially on his eightieth birthday. "Today's my birthday, and you two

can't stop bickering? Look at this mess. If you're energetic enough to argue, why don't you help

clean up instead?" After scolding his granddaughters, Oliver got up with his cane and limped

towards another room.

Suddenly, Brittany remembered something. "Grandpa, wait!"

Stopped by his granddaughter, Oliver asked impatiently, "What now?"

"How's your leg feeling?"

"Can't you see for yourself?"

"Well, the country boy knows a bit of medicine; how about letting him take a look? I brought him

back this time to help with your leg."

Hearing Brittany trying to impress their grandfather again, Emily scoffed mockingly, "Heh!" Then,

with a dismissive tone, she said, "That country boy knows medicine? I don't think so. If city hospitals

couldn't fix it, what could a country kid possibly do? Grandpa can still walk a few steps with a cane;

if you let this country boy treat him, I fear he won't be able to walk at all and will end up in a

wheelchair."

"Emily, what are you implying? Don't you want Grandpa's foot to heal? Do you prefer seeing him

struggle with a cane?" Brittany confronted her.

"Don’t you dare slander me, Brittany! Does that country boy know medicine? Not a chance! And

what was he saying last night? He accused me of having an STD, said I’d have pimples on my face

by lunchtime. Well? Look at me now, I’m fine. Where are those pimples?"

The moment Emily finished speaking, her face started to itch terribly. One by one, red bumps

erupted across her skin. She frantically scratched at them.

"Don't do that! If you keep scratching, you'll leave permanent scars, and they'll never heal! If you

want to relieve the itching, you can get some cow dung from the barn and smear it on your face,"

Daniel advised. He wasn't trying to mess with Emily; the remedy he suggested actually worked. Of

course, she didn't have to use cow dung; she could mix a few common herbs into a powder, blend

with water, and apply it to her face. But Daniel couldn't stand Emily's attitude, so he figured cow

dung might be the most appropriate treatment for her.

"Cow dung? Are you pranking me?" Emily asked incredulously.

"Why don’t you try it and see if I'm pranking you?" Daniel retorted.

Desperate to relieve the itch, Emily shouted at Mason, "This is all your fault! Get me some cow

dung now!"

"Okay!" Mason rushed off to fetch the dung.

Once Mason returned with the cow dung, Emily tentatively applied a dab to her face. The itching

subsided with a cooling sensation, so, ignoring the odor, she quickly covered her face with it.