The Worthless Son-in-law: Hidden Legend

An Appointment with Dr Jos

Katherine stood off to the side, watching Pa Stanley’s face darken with anger. She didn’t dare approach him—didn’t want to be caught eavesdropping—but her curiosity got the better of her. She stretched her neck slightly, trying to catch every word of his conversation.

“He was beaten like this... over a woman? Ridiculous. Who is she? And who did this to him?” Pa Stanley’s voice was filled with seething fury. “That bastard needs to be taught a lesson he’ll never forget.”

“I... I don’t know the man, sir,” the assistant stammered, his voice shaking.

“What do you mean you don’t know him?” Pa Stanley’s tone escalated, growing louder.

“The CCTV footage was wiped clean, sir. The workers... they refuse to talk. No amount of money could persuade them.”

“Then how do you know it was because of a woman?” Pa Stanley snapped.

“One of the customers mentioned it, sir,” the assistant answered, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Ridiculous!” Pa Stanley exclaimed. “The investigation turned up nothing, and this is what you bring me?”

“I’m sorry, sir,” the assistant apologized, his head hanging low.

“Get out of here and come back with something useful!” Pa Stanley barked.

Katherine’s mind raced. “A woman... Is Asper cheating on me? Or is there something else going on?” She couldn’t stop herself from nervously chewing her nails, anxiety taking hold.

Hours passed, and the blue light outside the operating room indicated that the surgery was finished. Asper’s older sister, Nutella, along with a few family members, rushed to the doctor, but Katherine was quicker.

She grabbed the doctor’s sleeve urgently. “How is he, doctor?”

“Hypocrite,” Nutella muttered under her breath, her voice dripping with disdain.

The doctor gently removed Katherine’s hand from his sleeve and turned toward Pa Stanley.

“May I speak with you in my office, sir?” the doctor asked, his voice calm but serious.

Pa Stanley felt a brief sense of relief. If the doctor was requesting a private conversation, it meant Asper was still alive. He followed the doctor into his office, closing the door behind them.

“I recommend transferring him abroad for treatment, sir,” the doctor began, his voice grave. “The skull fracture is severe—bone fragments have pierced the brain tissue, causing significant damage. His kidneys and lungs are also damaged. And...” The doctor hesitated before continuing, his voice dropping. “His manhood was crushed.”

Pa Stanley’s face twisted with disbelief. His hands slammed onto the table in anger. “What do you mean, crushed? His skull, his kidneys, and now his… manhood? Asper is the only male heir we have! What will happen to the Stanley bloodline?”

The doctor hesitated, carefully choosing his next words. “His condition is critical, sir. We’ve done all we can here, but for a chance at recovery, he needs specialized care abroad. Or, if you prefer, you can try to arrange an appointment with Dr. Jos.”

“Dr. Jos?” Pa Stanley spat, his frustration mounting. “Do you think I can just call him up? What was your team doing in the operating room then?”

“We did our best, sir,” the doctor explained calmly. “But this injury is beyond our current capabilities.”

“Is this what you call medical treatment?” Pa Stanley growled. “You’re all quacks!” With that, he stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind him.

The doctor exhaled in relief, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He had managed to avoid Pa Stanley’s wrath, he hoped the situation was resolved like that .The Stanleys were a powerful family, and their pressure weighed heavily on the medical staff. Many doctors were discussing whether to send Asper abroad or take on the risk of trying more aggressive treatments, but no one dared make the wrong decision.

“Let’s see how he handles Dr. Jos,” the doctor muttered under his breath. “I doubt he’ll get an appointment, but he can certainly try.”

Pa Stanley went to see Asper in the ICU. The sight of his grandson, unconscious and hooked up to machines, filled him with frustration and helplessness. He stood there for a moment, taking in the severity of the situation, before storming out of the hospital in anger.

At home, Katherine sat with her parents, a conflicted expression on her face. She was already considering breaking off her engagement to Asper. Who would marry a man with brain damage and a crushed manhood? As the only heiress to the Walker family, she couldn’t afford to risk her future on someone with such a condition.

On her way out, she bumped into Lucas Mr D , Luca Henry, the patriarch of the Henry's family assistant. He inquired about Asper’s condition, and Katherine, thinking he was only making polite conversation, briefly shared what she knew before leaving in a hurry.

Meanwhile, the assistant, who had been following Katherine, attempted to enter the hospital to confirm what he had overheard, but the nurses wouldn’t allow him in. He was forced to return and report back what he’d learned.

At the Henry villa, Lucas Henry sat back in his chair, a smug smile spreading across his face. His assistant had just reported on Asper’s condition, and Lucas couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He picked up his phone and dialed Pa Stanley’s number.

The phone rang several times before being answered.

“Old man,” Lucas said, his voice smooth, almost mocking. “I heard about your grandson. My condolences... although, I suppose I should be glad he’s still alive. If you need any help, I have connections with Dr. Jos. But you’ll have to do me a favor in return.”

Pa Stanley’s voice was low, filled with barely contained rage. “What do you want?”

“Just make sure that ancient Rays painting is delivered to my doorstep,” Lucas said, his tone nonchalant.

Before Pa Stanley could respond, Lucas ended the call with a quick swipe of his finger, the smug smile still on his face. He leaned back in his chair, satisfied with the exchange, already anticipating the fallout from his request.