Chapter 1511


    “Grandpa, the Angel’s Fruit is really important to my grandpa in Springfield City and Leon. Can’t you


    think of something you can do to help us get the fruit from the Martells?” Iris pleaded.


    “You want me to get the Angel’s Fruit for Albert Young and Leon? Do you think that’s possible?!” Patrick


    sneered.


    Due to his daughter, Prisci’s death, he resented both Albert and Gilbert. As for Leon, Patrick’s


    impression of him could not sink any lower due to what happened with Cynthia.


    He reluctantly agreed to help with the marketing of the alchemical pills, and Iris took advantage of his


    compromise to ask for his help again in getting the Angel’s Fruit for Leon and Albert, so Patrick was


    livid.


    “Grandpa, I’m begging you,” Iris pleaded.


    “No way! If you want me to get the Angel’s Fruit, I can help, but only if you agree to break up with


    Leon!”


    Patrick scoffed.


    “That’s never going to happen! I won’t leave Leon!” Iris shook her head and felt annoyed that the focus


    fell on the rtionship between her and Leon once again.


    “I’m not going to help, then!” Patrick said.


    “But,” Iris’s heart sank and she helplessly turned to look at Damian in hope that Damian could help to


    convince Patrick.


    Damian noticed the way she was looking at him and stood forward. “Dad, I understand that you are


    upset with Leon, but Prisci died at a young age and Iris has suffered so much alone throughout the


    years. She has finally reunited with us. We would be cruel if we don’t help her,” Damian said.


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    “I,” Patrick was rendered speechless.


    His daughter’s death was always the biggest pain in his life and Damian caused him to waver.


    Amy, too, was distraught when she thought of Prisci and said, “Patrick, Damian’s right! Iris is your


    granddaughter by blood and since she is asking for your help, you have to do it, even if it’s just for


    Prisci’s sake!”


    “Alright, alright! I’ll help.” Patrick sighed and finally caved.


    “Thank you, Grandpa,” Iris sighed a breath of relief.


    “Iris, let’s make this clear. I’ll try my best to help, but there’s no guarantee that I can get the Angel’s


    Fruit!” Patrick deadpanned.


    Though the Scammells had a widework of connections, the Martells were far more powerful than


    them in all aspects, so the Martells might not corporate no matter what Patrick did.


    “I understand. So long as you try your best,” Iris said.


    She only asked for Patrick’s help out of desperation and if he failed, she could always try to find


    another way once Leon arrived.


    Just then, they heard footsteps approaching and a man hurried into the living room.


    It was none other than the man who reported about the Angel’s Fruit earlier, Max.


    “Elder, the eldest son of the Martells, Charlie Martell hase to visit,” Max said.