The Great Medical Saint novel Chapter 432

Renae bawled her eyes out. "I was worth 180 thousand dollars last time. Now, you ask for 500 thousand dollars.

"Today, I'm calling you Mom for the last time. From here on out, I'm not your daughter anymore, and you're not my mom."

After saying that, Renae turned to Matthew. "Let's go. I can't stand being here for even one more minute."

Matthew felt heartbroken upon seeing this. He couldn't believe Renae had such a mother.

He was planning to retrieve Scholarly Tradition, but with how things had turned out, he couldn't bring himself to ask Renae for it.

"Okay. Let's leave."

Just then, Sandra grabbed Renae by the arm. "You're not going anywhere. I raised you all these years, so you can't just walk away."

Donna jumped in and held onto Renae's other arm. "What's wrong with you, Renae? Every family asks for a wedding gift, so why are you turning down money?"

Renae struggled hard but was no match for the two of them. She had no choice but to ask for Matthew's help. "Hurry up and help me, Matthew!"

Matthew's expression turned grim. He grabbed Donna's wrist and twisted it sharply.

Donna screamed in pain and let go of Renae's arm. After taking a few steps back, she shouted at Damian, "Help us out, Mr. Gabrielson! Get this dude out of here, or Renae might end up with someone else."

Damian walked up to Matthew. "Listen up, you brat. I'm the mayor of this town. You better think twice if you think you have what it takes to go up against me for a woman."

Matthew's expression became grim. He yelled, "Scram!"

Damian raised an eyebrow. "Fine then. You want to speak to me that way. You're screwed. I'll make sure you can't get out of this town." With that, Damian pulled out his phone and started making calls.

Seeing Damian calling for backup, Donna turned to Matthew and warned, "Just you wait! Mr. Gabrielson has his men on the way. You'll regret this."

Matthew's eyes turned cold. He swiftly raised his hand and slapped Damian across the face. It sounded as loud as a firecracker.