Chapter 631


    John told the vigers to go back and get some rest, as well as instructing those who would leave with


    him to settle things with their family during the next few days. After the crowd dispersed, Sophia finally


    rxed her shoulders.


    Upon heaving a sigh, she noticed that her stomach was a little upset. She quickly surmised that her


    tantrum must’ve affected her child, which prompted her to sit down hastily to get some rest.


    Meanwhile, John went over to hold her in his arms before consoling her in a soothing voice. “I am here,


    so you have nothing to worry about. Nothing will go wrong.”


    Instead of pushing him away, Sophia squeezed his shirt in her palms while gritting her teeth. “Why is he


    like that?” She didn’t understand why someone as lowly as Walter was her father. Furthermore, she


    was extremely disappointed in him.


    Her grandfather used to serve in the military, which shaped him into a fair and just man. Even during


    the harsh times, never once did his morals sway. Also, she nevermitted any outrageous crimes in


    the course of her life, so she should count as a good citizen.


    However, both instances only served to further confuse her as to why her grandfather and her would


    have someone like Walter as a son and a father respectively.


    In the meantime, John wasn’t quite sure how to console her, so he could only keep herpany while


    holding her in his arms. After a while, he carried her into the house. Lying in bed, Sophia curled herself


    up into a ball, seemingly in low spirits.


    John waited until she dozed off before leaving for the yard, where he brooded for a while, then left the


    house altogether.


    There were only dozens of households within the vige, and with how small it was, one could see from


    one end of the vige to the other end. Seeing that he broke Walter’s finger, he guessed that thetter


    should either be seeking a doctor outside the vige, or have someone check on it within the vige.


    He wasn’t sure if there was a clinic in the vige, so he headed toward the entrance to check on the


    road that would lead outside the vige.


    Seeing that Walter was nowhere to be seen on the straight road, he checked on the other roads one by


    one before finally finding Walter outside a house at the south side of the vige. As if having predicted


    Walter’s course of action, the vigers who were outside Sophia’s house were now gathered there, so


    the site was now buzzing with activity.


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    Jeering, the crowd told Oscar to not treat Walter’s wounds as thetter brought it upon himself, and


    that he should have all of his fingers broken. Meanwhile, Walter seemed to have sprang back to life as


    he shot insults back at the vigers. Despite being alone, he was so ferocious that he could easily hold


    himself against a bunch of people in a verbal fight.


    All the while, old Oscar was plopped on the stool under the window while smoking on his tobo in


    silence. Walter seemed to be exhausted aftershing out non-stop, so he turned to look at Oscar. “Mr.


    Wilde, please check on my finger! It’s already numb, so do you think I should bandage it up with some


    herbs?”


    Seemingly unaware of Walter’s predicament, Oscar puffed on his tobo before saying, “Ten years


    ago, we had a poor harvest because of bad weather. Our vige didn’t have a lot of crops that we could


    sell, as we only had enough to sustain ourselves.


    However, your father wanted to send little Sophia to school, so he had to go foraging in the mountains


    to find things that he could sell. Even the storm didn’t deter him, but he fell off a slippery slope and


    broke his leg. It was way worse than the injury on your finger.”


    Still puffing on his tobo, Oscar continued, “I told him that he needed to go to the hospital, as my


    herbal medicine wouldn’t be of help. If he wasn’t careful about it, he might end up bing disabled.


    However, your father didn’t want to pay for the medical bills, so I wound up having to treat him for a


    month using herbs. Although he healed, he was left with a limp ever since then.”


    A few of the vigers were so riled up upon hearing about it, so they were starting tosh out at Walter


    again, while thetter clutched onto his hand in silence. Lifting his head to nce at Walter, Oscar


    made his decision.


    “Your wound is nothingpared to his, so don’t evene to me for treatment. Walter, I am not


    trying to be cruel, but if I treated you, I wouldn’t be able to face your father when I see him in the


    afterlife. Don’t expect me to waste my precious herbs on you, you piece of trash.”