Maurice personally stepped in, along with one of the Driscoll family's martial elders, Bradley Perkings, an expert at the peak of Martial King level. The two worked together, channeling their energy into Scarlett to stabilize her injuries.

Only after a long while did Maurice withdraw his hand and exhale sharply, his expression dark and furious.

Beside him, Bradley wiped the sweat from his brow and forced a bitter smile. "Sir, if we'd been just a moment later, Ms. Driscoll could've lost her cultivation base entirely. Our family hasn't faced a disaster this serious in years."

Maurice said nothing. His face, already grim, was even more terrifying now. With a sudden roar, he thrust out his palm.

A porcelain vase in the corner exploded with a loud crash, shattered into pieces by his strike from across the room.

Walter flinched and bowed quickly. "Please, Mr. Driscoll Senior, don't lose your temper. This isn't the time to vent. Scarlett returned from Goldridge in critical condition