"Slander! It's all slander!" Edmund Weaver was in a rage, his eyes bulging with anger.
He panted heavily, stepping forward to point at William Cole's nose, "You smeared our name in the medical community, you owe us an apology!"
"Even if you are the Patriarch, you must apologize. Otherwise, you will be against our entire medical family in the Northwest!"
Edmund Weaver's words weighed heavy.
Despite conflicts, most big shots would not tear each other apart publicly. They would just compete in the shadows.
Even more so, they wouldn't say something like making lifetime enemies, like children would do.
After all, there are no permanent friends in this world, only permanent interests. When Edmund Weaver said this, he was already desperate, not considering the consequences.
The Weaver medical family in the Northwest almost held half of the realm of Chinese medicine. Their status carried significant weight.