"Doris, how are you feeling?"
"No major issues, just a bit tired from the journey. But to think that Bulstrode Manor only has this one family hospital, and we have to share it with those Mudbloods... it's truly undignified. When will Mr. Bulstrode agree to build another family hospital within the manor exclusively for us? Otherwise, having to drive out those Mudbloods every time is just too much trouble."
Doris Flint , the youngest daughter of the Flint family, was born with a silver spoon in her mouth and was doted on by the entire Flint family. She eventually married Borell, the only son of the Bulstrode family. This was originally a very good marriage, as the Bulstrode family, though low-key externally, lacked nothing in terms of actual power and wealth and was much better off than the declining Flint family. Doris had initially been very satisfied with this.
Although she knew when she married Borell that Gavin and Eleonora had another child, she also knew that child was a Squib and had no right to inherit the Bulstrode family. So, Doris simply ignored Yard's existence and single-mindedly enjoyed the superior life brought by the two families.
Until last year, just before her son Marcellus was about to start school, Doris heard the news: the Squib's son was a wizard!
According to family rules, that child was eligible to return to the Bulstrode family, meaning he also had the right to inherit the Bulstrode family's power. Although Doris felt this was impossible, Sean's existence was like a thorn in the heart of this pure-blood supremacist, making her feel uncomfortable at all times.
During this period, she repeatedly whispered in Borell's ear, urging him to send people to kill the Squib's son. Although Borell felt this wasn't very prudent, he ultimately listened to Doris's words and secretly dispatched his men to kill Sean. The result was two consecutive failed assassination attempts.
Now, Doris had heard that the Squib's family was coming to Bulstrode Manor as guests, which made her even more intolerant. In Doris's eyes, the Mudbloods adopted by the family were like dog droppings on the roadside, then the Squib's family was, to Doris, a family of toads. Their sole purpose in existing was to disgust her. Doris didn't want to breathe the same air as them in the same room, not even for a single second.
"Doris, you know that I can't make decisions on many family matters at the moment. When I can, the family hospital will be a very small issue."
Hearing this, a smile appeared on Doris's face, and she nodded, saying, "Of course, I've always believed in you. We still have plenty of time. I can wait."
Borell helped Doris slowly down the stairs, with Marcellus following behind them.
The three descended the stairs and were about to call for someone when they saw two people lying on the floor. One was unconscious, and the other was groaning faintly, clearly having been attacked.
"Ah..."
Doris screamed and retreated repeatedly. Marcellus quickly reached out to support her, preventing his mother from falling down the stairs in fright.
Borell quickly walked down the stairs, checked on the female servant, then came to the male servant's side and asked directly, "What happened?"
"That... that Sean Bulstrode... he attacked us and let some people in for treatment."
"That Squib's son?"
Borell's eyes narrowed, anger rising in his heart. This is the Bulstrode's home, my Bulstrode's home! It's one thing to use the Bulstrode's name to swindle people outside, but to dare touch my people in Bulstrode Manor... it seems this Squib's son truly has no regard for me!
Slowly standing up, Borell stood in place. Strangely, despite his burning anger, he became completely calm.
At this moment, Doris came to Borell's side. She had also heard the male attendant's words. Standing next to Borell, Doris said angrily, "This is Bulstrode Manor, this is my home! Does this damned Squib's son think he can be the master of my house? Borell, I don't care, I must teach him a lesson today, I must!"
Borell looked at Doris, a very subtle hint of disgust flashing in his eyes, but the next second his face showed a perfectly standard, doting smile. He reached out and gently stroked Doris's smooth, shiny golden hair, nodding at her and saying, "Since you've asked me to teach him a lesson, then I will teach him a lesson."
"I knew it. In this world, only you are the best to me."
Doris followed beside Borell as they walked towards Sean's direction. As for the two attendants lying on the ground, in their view, there was no need to pay too much attention to such useless trash who couldn't complete their tasks, as long as they didn't die.
Sean was sitting outside the medical room reading, with the two men from before standing not far from him.
Just then, Sean heard the two men address someone as "Sir," and he immediately realized Borell had arrived. After all, only Borell would act like such a bastard and have the authority to temporarily close off the family hospital.
Sean had expected Borell, but he hadn't expected him to directly attack those two men.
A jet of deep purple light flashed past, hitting the two men. In an instant, numerous pustules erupted on their bodies, and a needle-like pain spread through them, causing them to fall to the ground, writhing and wailing in agony, yet not daring to try and remove the curse themselves.
"Two Mudbloods, daring to enter here without permission. It seems you're becoming more and more unruly."
Sean looked at the woman who had spoken. She was well-maintained and looked to be under thirty, but Sean knew well that this woman must be Borell's wife and Marcellus's mother.
Watching the two men wail in pain on the ground, their pustules bursting one after another, Sean sighed, closed his book, reached to his waist, and his wand fell into his hand. With a wave at the two men, their symptoms were immediately relieved, and their wails subsided.
"One should be merciful when possible, especially since they were not at fault to begin with. My dear aunt and uncle, why must you do this?"
"Aunt? Don't go claiming relations indiscriminately. I have no nephew like you. A mere Squib's son, what right do you have to call me 'Aunt'!"
Brainless, arrogant, and reckless. How did Grandfather ever agree to this marriage?
No longer bothering with Doris, Sean looked at Borell and said, "My dear uncle, what do you say?"