Chapter 328
Meanwhile at Dr. Artemis‘ clinic, Andrius was bandaging Fatty Frank and the others. There was no way the members of Team Five would miss this chase to flatter him.
“Boss, you are amazing! Every word you say just now held so much power!”
“I think you are freaking awesome! The G.O.A.T.!”
“I don’t think words can express how freaking amazing you are!”
“Enough.” Andrius was fed up with the flattery. He raised his hand and stopped them from continuing. “Just stay here and concentrate on recovering. Call me if there’s anything.”
Then, Andrius‘ phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw Noir’s name on the caller
- ID.
“Andy, Ms. Timberland is organizing a little meet–and–greet with the deceased soldiers‘ families. She hopes that you can attend it. Do you have time?”
He would not miss it for the world!
Andrius said without a second thought, “Where is it? I’ll be right there.
Noir provided him with the address.
Andrius then chatted with Fatty Frank and the others for a little while before heading to the provided address.
He met up with Sonia and Noir before they followed the plan Sonia drew up and headed to the location where the families of the deceased soldiers were staying at the moment.
Half an hour later, they arrived.
On the way here, Andrius had gotten a fair understanding of the situation of the families, including the family members they lost, their ages, and how they died. He remembered everything down to the intricate details.
Therefore, he was fully prepared when he knocked on the door and started to talk to the families to ask how they were doing.
“Madam Fowler, I’m Carter’s friend from the army. I’m here to visit you.” Andrius showed a rare solemnity as he spoke sincerely. “How are you doing? Have you received the latest compensation?”
“Yeah. I got it.” Madam Fowler nodded but did not continue the topic.
Andrius continued asking Madam Fowler how things had been, but the woman was reluctant to engage in a conversation with him.
He thought that his visit reminded Madam Fowler of bitter memories, hence the reluctance in communicating. He did not linger for long and headed to the next family.
“Madam Jensen, how have you been lately? I’m Connor’s friend from the army. We used to be in the same battalion!”
Andrius wore a bright and warm smile on his face. He tried his best not to put Madam Jensen
in a terrible position.
Madam Jensen glanced at him before she looked down. “We’re doing good. We got the money, we have food on the table, and we have clothes to protect us from the weather. What else can we complain about?”
Judging from her tone, she sounded aggrieved.
Andrius was slightly confused. Just when he was about to find out why, Madam Jensen said, If there’s nothing else, please move on to the next family. I have to be somewhere else.” “Uh…”
Andrius was forced to cut the visit short.
When he came out, he exchanged a confused look with Noir and Sonia. He had a feeling that something was not right. It seemed like he was not welcomed and that the two families he visited did not seem to like him.
Andrius frowned. He continued to the third family. He took a deep breath to adjust his state before knocking on the door.
“Madam York, how are you and your husband doing?”
“We’re fine! We’re doing fine!”
Madam York did not even look at Andrius and simply replied in a monotonous tone. “We got the money, not a penny less.”
Andrius narrowed his eyes. He spotted a hint of reverence in Madam York’s eyes.
Something was wrong.
Unfortunately, no matter what Andrius asked, Madam York replied the same thing: no problem, they got the money, nothing was wrong, etc.
Andrius realized that the visit could no longer continue. He looked at Noir and Sonia before he left Madam York with a few words of concern and left for the fourth house.
The fourth house door was opened.
Before he stepped inside, Andrius heard a conversation going on inside.
“Please, give me the million dollars! My son is dead and I’m old. I have no source of income left. I need the money to cure my partner’s condition. Please.
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An elderly person was kneeling in front of a middle–aged man with a bloated stomach, asking for compensation.
The middle–aged man’s name was Owen Sanchez, Samson’s right–hand man. It was not his first time doing this for Samson, and he was good at it. Samson trusted him with all the dirty deeds as well.
“A million? What million? Stop joking.” Owen stared at the old man and grunted coldly, “Your son was a deserter on the battlefield and was killed by the enemy. There shouldn’t be any compensation for a deserter’s family, but we are giving you the money because we pity you.“
