Medical Genius's Unspeakable Marriage

A Volkswagen Passat had stopped in front of Eddie’s residence. Just then, a young man dressed in baggy clothing stepped out of the car.

He had a mohawk and tattoos on his neck.

Holding a bag, he took each step with a swagger like a thug.

For a brief moment, the young man glanced at Matthew before spitting on the ground in disdain and sauntered into Ed’s residence.

Dismissing it, Matthew trailed behind him.

In their front yard, it was rather lively. There were a dozen people decorating and setting up the place for the wedding.

As soon as the young man walked in, he yelled, “Come on, Ed. This decoration is too shabby. This wedding has to look extravagant and this is just unpresentable! Are those artificial flowers? Don’t you think you should at least get some real ones? Also, did you make this paper decoration yourself? It’s horrible!”

the young man was announcing

at the scene turned to look in his direction. Not

finally came. Come on in,” Ed’s mother breathlessly uttered as she mustered a

young man rejected the invitation. “It’s alright, I’m good

to heart, but the smell of medicine is too strong in there. I can’t stand

you. The

you

“Uncle, is a Passat not good enough? Do you have a problem with it? With this decoration, a Passat will be sufficient. You won’t need a BMW, not to mention that I was informed at the very last minute! If you had told me a couple days earlier, I would have sent

“Dennis, I know you’re good at what you do. Ed is your cousin and you grew up together, so we really need your help with his wedding. The bride’s parents requested

even picked it up and sent it here. This is all for the sake of our family relations. If it were anybody else, do you think they would even bother? It’s fine if you don’t