Chapter 171 Power struggles
Charles Turner nowadays was reluctant to personally treat patients, but faced with such a substantial temptation, it was difficult for Calvin Turner and the others not to be swayed.
Powell owned an antique shop and had recently made a fortune by selling the Radiant Empress Pearl, with his current net worth being two hundred million dollars.
To earn two hundred million dollars for treating one illness, Calvin, as the current head of the Turner family, found it hard to refuse.
Russell sat leisurely, smiling oddly, "Big brother, you're not afraid that you can't cure him, are you?"
"Russell, what do you mean by saying that?" Calvin's face slightly changed, his gaze coldly fixed on Russell.
Russell sighed, his eyes slowly scanning the people present, finally meeting Calvin's before bursting into a chuckle, "Big brother, why are you so agitated? The way you're staring at me, there are some things I wouldn't dare to say."
Calvin spoke coldly, "Say whatever you want to say! I haven't gagged you!"
"Well, then I will really speak." Russell coughed a bit theatrically, "Our Turner family, in the eyes of outsiders, is a medical dynasty, but in reality, it started flourishing from our father's generation."
"Building this wasn't easy. Without real skills, how could we maintain such a large enterprise established by our father? What if… I mean, just what if, one day our father is no longer with us, who will guard our vast Turner family?" Russell's eyes swept over the Turners present, speaking earnestly to Calvin, "So, big brother, shouldn't we give the younger generation a chance?"
Calvin already felt something was amiss, but could only ask with a stern face, "What exactly are you trying to say?"
Russell smiled, "What I mean is, big brother, if you lack confidence in your medical skills, why not step aside and give the younger generation of our family a chance?"
"Huh!" Calvin finally understood what was waiting for him here.
In wealthy families, kinship often runs thin, and the Turner family was no exception.
Power struggles...
They had become accustomed to it!
Calvin raised an eyebrow, "Russell, regarding what you said, why not ask our father what he thinks? Even if I wanted to step aside, looking at the younger generation, who can shoulder this family?"
Russell's smile became even stranger, and his voice raised a notch, standing up, "Big brother, you are the head of the family now! For every matter, you call upon our father to make decisions; can't you show some backbone?!"
Before Calvin could respond, Russell spoke again, "Big brother, if you don't want to step down, just say it outright. Isn't that simpler? Which of the younger generation can shoulder this family? Our Turner family has established its footing through medical skills, naturally, whoever has the highest medical skills, leads the family! Whoever can cure Powell's illness and bring profit to the family should be the head!"
With the conversation having reached this point, if Calvin still did not agree, his credibility as the family head would likely be damaged even if he remained in charge.
"Fine! Let Powell in! If anyone from the younger generation can cure his illness, they will be the next head of the family, and the entire company will be handed over to them!" said Calvin. "However, we should report this matter to our father. Powell's illness is not easy to treat, and I don't want him to die in our house!"
"Alice, go and call your grandfather."
How could Alice have expected that she would encounter a "power struggle" just after returning?
She had also confirmed that the person kneeling outside was Powell, and moreover, she could cure Powell's illness.
But…
Only a fool would want to be the head of this family, having to worry about the family affairs and manage so many companies.
In the past, seeing her father working tirelessly day and night, she felt her dad was especially foolish. Wasn't her uncle also a member of the family? Why not let him manage?
Now, her uncle unexpectedly wanted to seize such a busy, exhausting role.
According to her thoughts, why not just let the uncle have it? What was there to fight over?
After Alice entered the door, she hadn't had a chance to speak before she was sent to summon her grandfather.
Holding the painting tightly in her hands, she lowered her head and left the hall, walked through two paths shaded by oak trees, and finally arrived at her grandfather's courtyard.
"Miss Alice, do you need something from the old gentleman?" Standing in front of the courtyard was a middle-aged man, the household butler Sean, who was also Charles Turner's personal bodyguard and a junior Soulmancer.
When he saw Alice, he couldn't help but be secretly surprised.
What was going on?
He had seen Alice just a few days ago, she was clearly only at the junior Soulmancer level, how did she become a mid-level Soulmancer so quickly?
Moreover, the energy she inadvertently emitted was rich and solid, much stronger than his own.
Alice said, "Mr. Long, my dad asked me to call grandfather."
"Come in with me."
In recent years, Charles Turner had been living a life of seclusion; even for Calvin and the others, seeing him was not easy. However, he had informed Sean Long that if Alice was looking for him, he could directly let her in.
Alice, holding the painting, followed Sean into the courtyard, where Charles was still sitting on a chair. In the yard, there was also a huge plane tree, very similar to the one at William's house.
"Alice is here?" Charles asked, "Has that Travis died?"
Alice did not expect her grandfather to ask this question right away.
"He didn't die."
"Oh? Your master didn't kill him?" Charles was somewhat puzzled.
Alice replied, "No! He will help me look after the bookstore in the future. Master has appointed him as my sparring partner."
"Good! Very good!" Charles revealed a deeply wrinkled smile, saying, "Come, talk to me about what happened today with your master."
"But... Grandpa, Dad asked me to invite you over, Uncle Russell is arguing with him," Alice said. "Maybe you could go there first, and we can talk later."
"Let them make a fuss if they want to. We have our own conversation." Charles sat in his chair, showing no intention of getting up, and asked, "What are you holding?"
Alice couldn't help but smile, "A painting my master gave me."
"A painting he gave you?"
Hearing this, Charles finally stood up, and Alice quickly went to assist him.
Charles waved his hand, indicating no need for assistance, his eyes fixed on the tightly wrapped painting in Alice's hand. Somewhat excitedly, he said, "Can grandfather take a look?"
"Of course!"
"To the study!" Charles held immense reverence for William. Unlike James, he wasn't afraid at all that William would want his family's assets; he saw things much more clearly than James did.
And naturally, a painting by William could not be casually viewed just anywhere.
Especially since William had given Alice a painting—what an extraordinary favor this was!
Walking from the courtyard to the study, Charles wore a smile at the corner of his mouth. He hadn't seen William take a disciple before. Charles and James used to be nothing more than William's servants. Now, Alice had taken William as her master, and he even gifted her a painting.
The Turner family should have nothing to worry about for several hundred years to come!
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