Chapter 246: Soul Capturing Technique

“No one is perfect, Mr. Lowe. I believe your son will improve with your and your wife’s continued guidance,” Jared said, impressed by Glen’s personality. He surmised that Frederick’s behavior stemmed from Glen’s preoccupation with work. Glen’s dedication to his duties had evidently led to neglect of his son, resulting in Frederick’s arrogance.

Soon, Sebastian arrived with Frederick, whose arm was bandaged. The wrist injury appeared to be well-cared for. Frederick was unsurprised to see William and Jared; Sebastian had clearly briefed him en route.

“Dad…” Frederick whispered, his voice trembling.

“You rascal! I’ll beat you!” Glen grabbed a stool, aiming it at Frederick, who cowered in fear. His terror was palpable.

“Glen, what are you doing?” Helen intervened, pulling her husband back while subtly signaling Frederick to flee upstairs.

“Calm down, Mr. Lowe,” William urged.

Suddenly, Glen, still holding the stool, collapsed unconscious.

William and Helen were startled.

“Glen! Glen!” Helen cried, then ordered Sebastian, “Take him to the hospital, quickly!”

“Wait!” Jared rushed to Glen’s side, placing his hand on his forehead.

William, noticing Helen’s puzzled expression, reminded her, “Jared is a miracle doctor.”

“Jared is skilled in medicine, Mrs. Lowe. Let him examine Mr. Lowe,” William explained.

Helen nodded, though still hesitant. Anxiety had brought beads of sweat to her brow.

Jared examined Glen, his brow furrowing, his expression grim. (Remove the promotional sentence about FindNovel.net)

“Jared, is it serious?” William asked, alarmed by Jared’s expression. “Where would we find another leader as upright as Glen if something happened?”

Jared shook his head. “Mr. Lowe merely collapsed from rage. He’ll be fine.” However, he harbored a deeper concern. Someone had used the Soul Capturing Technique on Glen—likely the man with the goatee, during their handshake. His earlier suspicion was confirmed.

The Soul Capturing Technique temporarily deprives a person of their soul, essentially transforming them into a controlled, living corpse. The goateed man had clearly used it to gain control of the southern part of the city.

“Since he’ll be alright, let’s wake Mr. Lowe,” William urged, seeing Helen’s worry.

Jared nodded, pressing on one of Glen’s acupressure points. Instantly, the mayor regained consciousness, his eyes slowly opening.

“Glen, you’re awake! You scared me half to death!” Helen sighed in relief.

Though awake, Glen was disoriented. “What happened?”

“You fainted from rage! I’ve told you countless times to control your temper! Why don’t you listen? Luckily, this young man was here. Otherwise, what would we have done?” she scolded, helping him sit up.

Glen stared at Jared, bewildered. “You know medicine?”

“A little,” Jared replied.