Chapter 368

Marvin clicked his tongue and frowned. "Man, the chance to go viral just slipped right past me; couldn't even grab it. What a bummer!"

Marvin sighed and shook his head as he turned around, only to find Bradley standing there, staring blankly at the ground.

Marvin patted his shoulder and asked, "What's on your mind, dude?"

Bradley looked up. "Nothing."

After a beat, he added, "Professor, someone really could pull off what Mrs. Landon said earlier."

Marvin stopped in his tracks. "Who?"

Bradley replied, "Terry Campbell."

Hearing the name, Marvin's expression changed, then he nodded. "Yeah, for sure. But there are still more normal folks out there. Finding another twisted soul like Mr. Campbell? Probably not happening."

Bradley stayed quiet.

As they walked out, Marvin seemed to get into the topic, "You think Mr. Campbell is still kicking?"

Bradley stayed silent.

Marvin shook his head and said, "Nah, I bet he's long gone. When that scandalous book of his dropped, his parents probably would've broken his legs. Hypnotizing his sister to fall in love with him? Calling him messed up is putting it lightly; even demons aren't that twisted!"

Bradley's eyes flickered. He muttered, "No matter what people say, it's all just talk. How many folks really know the truth?"

Marvin paused and looked back at him. "Do you know the truth?"

Bradley stayed silent.

After a few seconds, Bradley shook his head and chuckled, "How could I know? I just don't want to badmouth someone without knowing the facts."

Marvin said, "Bradley, you're a sharp student; you see things clearly. I'm leaving Lakina soon and might not be back for a while. I'm counting on you to look after Mr. Landon. Before I go, I want to give you some advice."

Bradley said, "Shoot."

Marvin said, "I know you like to do things your own way. I've seen Mr. Campbell's books on your shelf. I'm not knocking Mr. Campbell, and I can't deny some of his ideas are pretty fresh. Take the good from them, but I'd still advise you to read less of it. Mr. Campbell himself is pretty twisted."

Bradley lowered his eyes. "I'll remember what you said, Professor. Don't worry. I'll take good care of Mr. Landon's illness. I won't let you down."

"Good!" Marvin patted his shoulder, looking pleased.

Bradley reminded him, "Professor, you wanna call Mr. Brown? Otherwise, when Mrs. Landon goes up, your lie's gonna get busted."

"Oh, right, right!" Marvin quickly took out his phone and dialed Jack.

At that moment, Isabella had already run into Jack.

Jack was holding a cup of coffee, planning to bring it to Sebastian.

Every time Sebastian finished treatment, he'd get a slight headache; a cup of coffee would help a lot.

Right now, Sebastian was lying in the office, waiting for Jack's coffee.

Jack was a bit surprised to see Isabella. He asked, "Isabella, what brings you here?"

Isabella caught the shift in Jack's mood and asked, "What's up?"

"Nothing." Jack quickly played it cool. "Just curious. Mr. Landon didn't mention you were coming."

Isabella found Jack's attitude a bit off. Even if he didn't know she was coming, Jack shouldn't have reacted like that.

Though Jack tried to hide it, Isabella still sensed something was up.

Just then, Marvin's call came in.

Jack answered, "Hey, what's going on?"

Marvin said on the other end, "Heads up, Isabella's here to see Mr. Landon. We just bumped into each other at the elevator!"

Jack didn't respond but silently glanced at Isabella standing in front of him.

Marvin continued, "I told her we were here to treat you."

Jack was speechless.

Marvin added, "You better put on a show when you see her later. Don't blow our cover."

Jack was at a loss for words. He really wanted to kick Marvin.

From the first floor to the top floor, the elevator took at least five minutes. But Marvin hadn't called him during those five minutes. Now that he had already run into Isabella, what was the point of Marvin calling him now?

After hanging up, Jack didn't know how to act.

Jack put his phone back in his pocket, then leaned against the wall, pretending to be weak. "Isabella, I'm not feeling well. Can you take the coffee to Mr. Landon for me? I won't go in."

Jack's sudden "illness" was too convenient. Even if Isabella were a fool, she could tell he was faking it.

"Sure." Isabella took the tray and casually asked, "What's wrong with you?"

This stumped Jack. Marvin hadn't given him a story.

Jack didn't answer; Isabella just stared at him, waiting for his response. Her stance made it clear she wasn't leaving until he answered.

In that brief moment, Jack quickly ran through his organs in his mind and finally picked one that suited him. "My stomach's a bit upset, so I had Marvin take a look."

Isabella nodded thoughtfully. Bradley had mentioned Jack had a hidden illness. But Jack said his stomach was upset. Was that a hidden illness? Clearly, it wasn't. Marvin was lying. Jack was also playing along. Why were they lying to her? Was it because of Sebastian? Was Sebastian sick? Was it a psychological issue?

So when she asked Marvin about hypnosis downstairs, Marvin seemed a bit flustered and nervous, which made sense now.

Sebastian wanted to save face, so he always said he was fine in front of her and didn't want to go to the hospital. But in private, he was already having Marvin treat him?

If that were the case, Isabella would pretend she didn't know anything and she wouldn't force him to go to the hospital anymore.

Isabella stood at the door, calmed herself down a bit, and then knocked.

"Come in." Isabella pushed the door open and saw the tall figure lying on the sofa, her heart instantly clenched.