The Insulted Son In Law Turned Out to be A Medical Expert

Marcel wiped his lips with the water flowing from the kitchen sink. Instead of being full, he was nauseous.It wasn’t the first time Marcel had been forced to eat his wife’s family’s leftovers, but he was still getting sick of it.If it wasn’t for the burden left behind by his parents who chose to leave without responsibility, he wouldn’t be willing to live like this.“May I help you, Sir?” A soft female voice reached Marcel’s ears and made him turn his head.The head waitress named Nana immediately ordered several people to remove the dirty dishes from the table and put them into the laundry. Another one was told to throw away the leftover rice and bones that were scattered on the floor.“No need, Nana. You’ll get caught by the law ...” said Marcel, no less weakly.“Some of the family members have returned to their rooms, while others have left by car.” Nana’s son said. “You want to eat again, I’ll prepare it ....”“No, Eli. Thank you,” Marcel nodded as he sat in the corner with his

Marcel walked through the yard in the cold night air. He opened the cellar door and climbed down the stairs to enter the lab.The lights were dimly lit when Marcel entered, the stale air piercing his nose and making him hold back the feeling of sneezing.Marcel wasn’t surprised that the air in the lab wasn’t very good, since no one had cleaned it since it had been abandoned for a while.The first thing Marcel did was to tidy up the lab, as there were a lot of abandoned tables and equipment, even some of the tubes of various sizes were broken due to not being used for a long time.“I’m not sure if I can do it,” Marcel grunted with a heavy sigh, he cast his eyes around and his mental state dropped even further as he found the deadlock attacking him in all directions.Who was he going to rebuild this lab with? He was a business graduate who had nothing to do with science.Marcel was pensive for a long time after disposing of the broken tubes. The night was so quiet that even the slightes

That morning, Marcel helped Nana prepare breakfast for the entire Delvino family. Sweat streamed down his forehead and down the back of his neck while Shirley and the others chatted and ate.“Mr Marcel, eat in our room first.” Nana whispered when she saw Marcel sitting miserably by the operating washing machine.“Later, Nana.” Marcel replied in a low voice, he glanced at Shirley who was busy eating the crispy chicken thighs that were served. Not to mention the greedy voice of Ciko, who was busy grinding black pepper beef, which made Herman admonish him to be more polite at the dinner table.Marcel held his stomach, which was sore because he had not been filled with anything, but had been forced to work hard to help with the household chores.“I’m so full!” exclaimed Ciko as she reached for a tissue to wipe her lips.“Eat more politely next time,” Herman said flatly. “After this, mum and dad will attend a meeting with a client from the company that produces the drill ....”“I remember

Marcel looked flatly at his brothers-in-law.“I don’t think this is a good time to torture our brother-in-law,” Ronnie commented. “Mum and Dad said that if Marcel doesn’t want to eat, we shouldn’t force him.”Ciko snorted.“Gosh, that’s what mum used to say to us.” She commented. “We don’t need to tell mum ....”“Huft, boring!” Alvon chided, he was Marcel’s brother-in-law who was neutral – never defending Marcel, but also never trying to prevent the abuse from happening in front of his eyes.“Ron, today, I’ll just tell Marcel to clean up all the leftovers.” Shirley intervened. “No more fuss, remember, he almost killed himself yesterday because of you.”Marcel wondered why Shirley was defending him this time, though of course that only sparked laughter from the mouths of Ronnie and Ciko.“That’s just because your husband is mentally weak!” scoffed Ciko. “A real man wouldn’t be as weak as him!”Marcel resisted the urge to answer his brother-in-law’s insults.“Even his life refuses to le

“Here’s to that sassy mouth of yours!” exclaimed Ronnie as he smashed Marcel’s jaw with his fist. “Argh, bastard!”He cursed as his hand hit something hard.“What’s wrong, brother?”“What’s wrong?”Coki and Alvon turned their attention towards Ronnie who was rubbing his knuckles.Marcel himself was confused when suddenly his brother-in-law shouted while he gave no resistance.“What did Marcel do to you?” asked Coki in a probing tone. “Why are you in so much pain?”Ronnie didn’t answer immediately, especially since he still didn’t know exactly what had caused his hand to hit a piece of iron.He was sure that he had hit Marcel’s jaw, but why was his brother-in-law standing still?“Answer me, brother! What did you do to Marcel?” asked Ciko urgently.“Never mind, let’s not talk about it!” replied Ronnie firmly. “Let’s leave this place, let them continue their failed research ... and we should prepare to celebrate their failure.”Ciko and Alvon looked at each other briefly at their eldest