NovelUSAChapter 450: Franco would never believe in Marissa's talents, much less that she was making strides in medicine. Marissa was already a legend in the art world, and her martial arts skills were also remarkable. Excelling in two fields was one thing, but mastering a third? That seemed impossible to him. How could anyone be so gifted in so many areas? Franco was convinced that Marissa had saved Arabella and Trenton by sheer luck. Now, she was here to treat Glenn's paralyzed legs, and he was sure she was just pretending to be an expert.
Glenn's legs had been paralyzed for decades, with the best doctors unable to help. Even if Marissa failed, she would find a way to cover it up.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs Franco pondered this, his disdain for Marissa grew. He glared at her, convinced she was a fraud.
Marissa, however, stayed calm. She gave him a cool glance before suddenly flicking the silver needle in her hand. Before Franco could react, he found himself unable to move or speak. He could only move his eyes, like a puppet on strings.
Get the latest updates on gvlnovsConnor raised his eyebrows in silent surprise. He had warned Franco not to mess with Marissa, but Franco had ignored him. Now he was paying the price. Connor knew this was out of his hands; Franco had to learn his lesson on his own.
Allyson stood right next to Franco, not knowing what had happened. She saw Marissa wave her hand, and suddenly Franco couldn't move. In shock, Allyson examined Franco closely and noticed a silver needle sticking out of his neck.
She frowned and instinctively asked, "Franco, what happened to you?" Franco made a muffled noise. "Mmm..." Turning to Marissa, Allyson demanded, "Tiffany, what did you do to Franco?" While continuing Glenn's acupuncture, Marissa calmly replied, "He was too noisy and disrupting my work, so I quieted him down. Don't worry, Mrs. Britt. He'll be fine once I take out the needle. It won't harm him." Allyson understood Marissa wanted her to pull out the needle. She hesitated, fearing her lack of expertise might cause harm. “Tiffany, I'm not a professional. If I mess up, he won't be able to move for the rest of his life.” Marissa assured her, "Mrs. Britt, you're not a professional. If you mess up, he won't be able to move for the rest of his life." Allyson quickly withdrew her hand. Despite her dislike for Marissa, she didn't dare argue. The room fell silent. Marissa concentrated on the acupuncture, occasionally asking Glenn questions to gauge his reactions.
The procedure was long. Each needle required a specific interval, and Marissa needed constant feedback from Glenn. Although only a dozen needles were used, the process took over two hours.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMarissa didn't remove the needles until evening approached. Franco remained standing, frozen in place.
As Marissa finally took out all the needles, Arabella, who had been resting, cdownstairs. Her eyes lit up as she observed the scene. "Sweetie, did you work on Glenn's legs again today?" "Yes, Grandma," Marissa replied, carefully stowing her needles back into her bag.
Turning to Glenn, Arabella asked, "How are you feeling now?"
Everyone focused on Glenn, eager for his feedback. Glenn posed foram moment then shook his head. "I don't feel anything yet."
Allyson scoffed immediately. "Franco was right. Tiffany was just putting on a show, trying to dexeive you all for her own gain. She's not fit to be the hostess of the Daniels family. You should remove her right now."
Ignoring Allyson's remarks, Marissa calmly fetched a bottle of medicine from her bag and sprayed it on Glenn's legs. "How about now?"
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