The Insulted Son in Law Turned Out to be A Medical Expert

3 Debt Redeemer Son-in-Law

Marcel heard the full story from Eli. It turned out that Marcel had been found unconscious that morning by the caretaker, and was immediately taken to hospital because there were no signs of life in his veins.

"Everyone is already thinking the worst," Eli said with a tense face, as if the incident had just happened yesterday. "Mr Marcel was completely motionless, pale, with his eyes tightly closed ...."

Marcel shuddered, why did his story look more gruesome through other people's eyes?

"But thankfully Mr Marcel recovered very quickly," Eli continued with an extremely relieved face. "He can even do his usual activities."

Marcel, who had just helped the gardener cut down the reeds, nodded vaguely as he rested for a moment. Eli poured two cups of hot tea for him and the gardener, who was still working.

"Is Mr Marcel still going strong?" asked Mail, the gardener who had been working with Marcel all morning.

"Still, Sir!" nodded Marcel with a smile.

"Don't push it, you've been sick." Mail reminded him. "I'll do the rest."

"Thank you, Sir!" said Marcel, finishing his tea and standing up.

Once inside the house, he was greeted by Ciko. Shirley's second brother was the one who bothered her the most.

"A failed suicide attempt, huh?" Ciko scoffed. "Poor thing, that's because your life is still under contract with our family! Unless you pay off your mum and dad's debts, then you'll be free to take your life!"

Marcel didn't respond to Ciko's nasty words. Anyone knew that he was indeed a means of redeeming the debt for the losses his parents had incurred against the Delvino family.

"Marcel, come quickly!" shouted Shirley from the second floor of their room.

Marcel immediately ran up the stairs two at a time and quickly arrived in front of Shirley's room.

"What's with the shouting?" Marcel asked his wife, he was always amazed by Shirley's loud voice that could reach any room in the house.

"Quickly take my dirty clothes to the back, do you wash them?" Shirley ordered as she thrust a basket of dirty clothes at Marcel. "This is a dress that can be easily damaged by using the washing machine, so you have to wash my clothes with your hands. Remember?"

Marcel had no other answer but yes.

After that, endless chores were heaped on Marcel by his brothers-in-law, even though there were many servants in the house that they could freely order around.

However, they deliberately ordered Marcel to live there as a debt redemption for his parents. So from heavy work to trivial work, they would burden Marcel and consider it as a legitimate debt installment.

Yes, Marcel, who did not inherit a penny, was forced to redeem his mother and father's debt using the time and energy he had.

"I've finished my homework, so I'm going to the lab for a while." Marcel told Eli. "Please tell Nana if she or anyone else asks where I'm going."

"Yes, Sir!" nodded Eli. He and the other servants had called Marcel 'sir' in the past, but Ronnie had forbidden them.

"He's a son-in-law in this house, but a debt-redeeming son-in-law." Ronnie explained to his servants at the time. "So no one calls him 'sir,' remember that!"

Marcel personally didn't mind it, he just got sick of people calling him 'sir.'

***

Arriving at the lab located in the basement of the Delvino residence, Marcel immediately shuffled through the glass cabinets that contained files that had been neglected since his parents' departure.

According to the story, it was in the lab that Marcel's father and mother often conducted research on formulas that were predicted to extend human life. However, as their experiments were unsuccessful, the Delvino family withdrew their money and demanded compensation for some of the funds that had been used for the experiments.

"Your mum and dad left a lot of files there," Herman said once. "You can go through them any time you want."

And here Marcel was now, in the middle of a mountain of files, filled with the scribbled hands of his parents.

For a few moments, Marcel focused on randomly reading the research journals they had done in the lab. In addition, he also found a will stating that Marcel was entitled to the lab.

"Aren't they dead yet?" muttered, Marcel while shaking his head. "What kind of inheritance is this?"

Of course, Marcel couldn't understand why his parents would leave him a dirty lab and tubes filled with chemicals when he had no idea what they were for.

But wait! Marcel's eyes suddenly saw another sentence written clearly by his father. He began to reread the will, sentence by sentence.

It turned out that they had not only bequeathed a second-hand lab to Marcel, but also a scientist named Meru and her daughter, Venya.

"What, continue your parents' research?" Herman frowned as Marcel faced him in the study. "For what?"

Marcel thought for a while, he himself did not know the exact reason why he was interested in continuing his parents' research.

"I thought it couldn't hurt, Dad." Marcel replied. "Because it turns out that my parents also left a scientist and his daughter for ...."

Marcel stopped his speech when Herman smiled, as if underestimating his plans.

"Is the scientist you're referring to, Mr Meru?" guessed Herman.

Marcel nodded and said, "Yes, Mr Meru and also his daughter named Venya."

Herman was now unabashed in his laughter.

"What you should know about Mr Meru is that he has been crazy ever since your parents left the lab," Herman said slowly. "So, what do you expect from a mad scientist?"

Marcel was silent for a long time, listening to his father-in-law's explanation.

"Maybe I can ask his daughter for help," Marcel said later. "I'll keep trying, Dad. Who knows, if one or two of my parents' inventions work out, it could at least pay back some of the damage they've caused."

Herman took a deep breath.

"Suit yourself," he said disinterestedly. "But I assure you that I won't give you another penny to fund your research, on the contrary, the loss will be even greater if your research has a bad impact on the neighborhood."

Marcel was stunned, he was a business graduate who understood chemical formulas.

"If you don't dare, don't do it," said Herman. "The risk is high, your whole life may not be enough to pay off all their debts."

Marcel sighed, then excused himself from Herman's presence. Honestly, his instincts were disturbed after he read about the inheritance left by his mother's father.

To Be Continued-