Goodbye Saintess (by Edelweiss W.S.) novel Chapter 141

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**The Unseen Kingdom That Followed Me Into Every Dream by Alyndra Meron Valeen**
**Chapter 141**

“That guy over there? He’s just one of Baron Goldman’s lackeys. And yet, Baron won’t even consider apologizing or taking a stand against that jerk for me!”

A fleeting expression of sympathy flitted across Harvey’s features, but he quickly turned his attention away from Baron. “My poor grandson, Clic, has brought a doctor along. You should ask her for help, but remember to show some respect. She happens to be the very embodiment of the Goddess of Medicine.”

Terry, still caught in the whirlwind of emotions, nodded obediently, almost like a schoolboy eager to please. He climbed into Harvey’s car, but for a brief moment, he dropped the pretense, shooting a glare at both Baron and me that could curdle milk.

Baron muttered under his breath, “This is a serious mess we’ve found ourselves in.”

“Serious mess?” I raised an eyebrow, studying the old man. “You look dapper in that suit, but what exactly makes that bastard’s grandfather such a threat?”

“If there’s one thing Harvey Amos is notorious for, it’s his unwavering belief that his grandson can do no wrong. This isn’t the first time Terry has stirred up trouble. Each time, Harvey swoops in like a knight in shining armor to fix the chaos. That’s how the kid has turned into such a brat.”

Baron’s expression darkened as he continued, “With Harvey here, neither of us is walking away unscathed. And look at that brute who drove him here; that’s his bodyguard. He’s a three-time MMA champion from Astergrad. If he decides to throw a punch, my men won’t stand a chance.”

He let out a deep, weary sigh, straightening his posture as if trying to shake off the weight of the situation. “But don’t worry. My only aim is to protect you. I’d rather have my skull crushed than let you suffer even a scratch from a shard of glass.”

His fierce loyalty struck a chord within me, even as a wave of helplessness washed over me. It dawned on me today that the elite were surrounded by professionals—men and women trained for real combat, not just common thugs.