Chapter 173. Disembarking
With a veil masking her beautiful visage, Margaret tightly gripped Charles' hand with apparent anxiety. With her gaze on the white-coated elder before her, she asked, "Doctor, how is he? Has Mr. Charles' condition improved?"
The old man let out a sigh and shook his head. "I'm sorry. I've tried every conventional method of treatment, but there isn't the slightest improvement. Can you let me know what caused your husband's illness?"
A hint of distraught crossed Margaret's face; she suddenly realized how little she knew about Charles.
Observing her expression, the doctor ceased his questioning and said, "According to what you said, he was a sailor. I suspect that he's suffering from something else rather than a psychiatric condition."
"Doctor, do you mean he's not suffering from a mental issue? What could it possibly be then?"
Seeing Margaret's worried expression, the doctor removed his reading glasses and said, "All hope is not lost. I might not be of help for his condition, but you can try to deal with it from another perspective with alternative treatment methods."
The elderly man then produced a violet-colored business card from his coat pocket and respectfully handed it to Margaret with both hands. Chart your course back to the origins of this substance at n0v^lbin
"As you know, even the most skilled doctor can only resolve issues within their expertise. For issues beyond the medical realm, this lady might be able to offer her assistance. She's from the mysterious Western Seas and is particularly adept in matters of the soul realm."
Receiving the card in her hands, Margaret noticed the embossed image of a crucible and crystal ball on the front, and the contact information was written on the reverse side.
"Thank you. But my husband is feeling quite tired today. I'll invite this lady over tomorrow to have a look." Margaret then stood up to escort the doctor out.
The doctor smiled with a nod before picking up his medicine case and leaving the room.
A hint of distress crossed Margaret's visage as her gaze descended and landed on the card in her hand. She had already sought the assistance of this woman prior to getting the doctor over. However, she hadn't been of help.
"Mr. Charles, just what on earth happened to you..."
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Hooooooonk! Hooooooonk!
The Narwhale's ship horn bellowed repeatedly to signal the Whereto Navy ahead to clear a path. However, the Navy remained stationary, blocking the Narwhale's advance toward the dock.
With growing impatience, Dipp stood at the ship's edge and frantically waved his hands to gesture with flag semaphore.
The convoy of black vehicles drove toward the Governor's Mansion, displaying a majestic sight. However, a tense atmosphere surrounded the crew. Not only were they vigilant and cautious about Whereto, but they were also anxious about Charles' current condition. It had been three years, and they didn't know what to expect of his current state.
Conor reached out a hand and patted Bandages on the shoulder.
"Hey, First Mate. What's your next step after finding the captain? Are we really going to continue the search for the Land of Light?"
Seated in the passenger seat, Bandages replied, "We'll... follow...what the captain... says...."
Seated next to Conor, Laesto was focused on toying with the smartphone in his hand. His voice laced with disdain, he remarked, "Enough. Even if Charles really decides to set sail again, he wouldn't bring along someone like you who only knows how to pretend to be seasick. Just stay on the island in peace."
An embarrassed expression flickered across Conor's face, but he hurriedly attempted to explain his behavior. "I'm saying this all for Captain's own good. Those fanatics from the Divine Light Order claimed that he jumped off the building on his own accord. His mental state isn't fit for nautical exploration."
Laesto turned his head the other way, and he couldn't be bothered to listen to Conor's pretentious justification.
The scenery outside the car zipped past in a blur, and the crew soon arrived in the central district of the Isle of Whereto. With a troubled expression, Jack had been standing at the grand entrance of the mansion, waiting for their arrival.
As the crew disembarked from the car, he approached with a smile on his countenance. "May I know who among you is Mr. Bandages from Hope Island?"
Bandages stepped forward and immediately asked, "Where's...our captain?"
Jack's hands gestured in accordance with the cadence of his words. "Gentlemen, please allow me to explain. The Cavendish Family genuinely wishes for a collaboration with Hope Island. However, there has been a minor complication, and we would like to seek your kind understanding."
Bandages reiterated, "Where's...our captain?"
Jack's brows furrowed as he sifted through the words in his mind to find the right ones to explain the complex situation.
Just then, Lily's mice suddenly let out a chorus of squeaks and broke the silence.
Lily swiftly leaped off James' shoulder and darted down an alleyway on the left.
"Here! They picked up Mr. Charles' scent over here. Hurry up!"
The Narwhale crew members exchanged glances before they hurriedly trailed after Lily.
Watching their figures disappearing into the distance, Jack swung his fist violently against a nearby lamppost out of frustration. The metal structure let out a creak before it crashed down on the car parked right next to it.
Having vented his displeasure, Jack quickly followed after them.