My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness



"Who says fame is the only measure of medical skill? You've invited the most renowned physicians for years, haven't you? Yet, has anyone even been able to cure Mr. McCall?"

"You little brat, are you looking for trouble?" the gatekeeper snapped.

"Do you know where you are, kid? This isn't a place for your antics. Get lost!" barked one of the physicians nearby. He was clearly insulted by the insinuation.

Dustin's face darkened. His patience was hanging by a thread when a melodic voice suddenly interjected, "Let him in."

Heads turned as a striking young woman appeared, and she walked gracefully toward them. Dressed in an ethereal white silk gown that seemed to float around her, she exuded an otherworldly beauty that was almost unreal.

Her serene and refined demeanor set her apart, as if she were a goddess descended to the mortal world.

Dustin immediately understood that this must be Allison McCall, the fabled beauty of the McCall family.

"Miss Allison, this brat is nothing but a nameless nobody! He's far too young to be anything but a fraud," the gatekeeper protested indignantly. Turning to Dustin, she offered a polite bow and asked, "Sir, my apologies for the behavior of my staff. May I ask how skilled you are in medicine?" "My skills are nothing extraordinary. Just slightly better than anyone else here," Dustin said casually as if discussing the weather.

A ripple of outrage swept through the crowd.

The first part of his statement was tolerable, but the second was sheer arrogance.

Where did an obscure nobody like him get the audacity to say such a thing?

"That's some nerve!" snarled one of the assembled physicians. "You're not even qualified to be a medical intern, and you dare spout such arrogance?"

Dustin ignored the growing chorus of indignation.

Allison, however, seemed intrigued.

"Sir, please, follow me inside." Her response shocked everyone. Allison actually invited him in?

Dustin followed her into the hall of the McCall family villa. The room was filled with prominent figures. The heirs of noble families and the most esteemed physicians from across Lovellia were present.

Every seat was occupied except for one at the head of the table, which was closest to the host. Without hesitation, Dustin walked directly to the seat and sat down.

The hall fell into a stunned silence.

Every gaze turned toward him with outrage and disbelief.

But Dustin remained composed. He was utterly unfazed by the angry glares.

"Who do you think you are, kid? That seat isn't for you!" someone finally shouted.

"Why not?" Dustin asked evenly.

"That seat is reserved for Mr. Arthurnovelbin

sand Mr. Gareth Grant

man shouted. "What gives you the right to sit there?"

Dustin's face darkened.

He could tell that the old man was also a

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"Get out of that seat now!" he bellowed and hurled a teacup at Dustin with astonishing force.

The cup spun through the air like a bullet. Its speed and power were enough to severely injure an ordinary person.

Dustin's face turned icy. As the cup neared...

Bam!

He slammed his palm onto the table and sent a ripple of energy through the room.

The teacup shattered midair, yet the

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liquid within it defied gravity. It coalesced into a sharp stream that

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Everyone in the hall was surprised by what happened.

Thawck!

Within seconds, the tea pierced the older man's shoulder like a bullet and left a bleeding hole the size of a finger. "Ahhh..."

He stumbled back as his face paled with shock and pain.

"You..." he gasped. His voice trembled with disbelief. "You're... a Legendary Martial Saint!"

"What?!"

The hall erupted into chaos.

How could a young man in his early twenties achieve the level of a Legendary Martial Saint?

"Who are you?" the old man asked in terror.

"I'm just a young man with a bit of medical knowledge."