Little Scoundrel

“How is it? Can you cure her?” Martin asked skeptically.

“It’s a bit tricky but I can do it.” Henry nodded.

“Alright then I’ll let you have a go. But bear in mind if anything happens to my daughter I’ll see that you pay for it severely!” Martin threatened.

“Don’t worry I know what I’m doing.”

Just as Henry took out a needle and was about to apply it a roar sounded at the door.

“Hold it!”

“Stop whatever you’re doing!” The voice bellowed.

Owen Reed strode in imposingly and shouted “Uncle Martin we do not know this man! We cannot let him put Sophia’s life at risk!”

“I understand that you’re worried for Sophia, Owen. But we do not have any better alternatives now. He is our only hope.” Martin shook his head.

“Who says we have not got any better alternatives? See who I brought!” Owen gestured dramatically and directed everyone’s attention to the entrance.

In came a podgy old man dressed in a loose green robe. He made his way confidently.

“Dr. Oliver?” There was an instant uproar

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