Mrs Sonya reached into her purse with a steady hand, pulling out her credit card but Alexis watched with a sneer, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Really, Sonya? Do you think I haven't thought of that?" he taunted, stepping closer, his voice dripping with condescension."I'm already in possession of all your wealth and you're not allowed to use any funds at all. Not for the surgery, not for anything. You should've known better than to cross me." His lips curled into an evil smile. Mrs. Sonya's face darkened and contorted into a frown. She had just realized that she had been backed to a corner. She glared at him, her grip on the card tightening. "How dare you, Alexis? This is my daughter's life we're talking about!" she spat out, her voice laced with fury and despair laced with a tone of helplessness. "You've sunk lower than I ever thought possible. To use an innocent child's life as leverage... What happened to you?" She yelled at him. "Oh, spare me the righteous indignation," Alexi

He turned to Mrs Sonya and forced a smile to hide the tension in his heart. He was very sure that she could hold on for the next two weeks before anything bad would happen. But then he needed over Nine hundred appreciative points which means he had to do a good deed for over Nine hundred people in order to unlock the next level before he can be able to heal her and that was a herculean task. "Nine hundred and ninety eight appreciation points in two weeks! Can I really do that?" He questioned himself for a moment. But there was no option! He had to do it! "Just give me two weeks," he said reassuringly to Mrs Sonya who was seated beside her daughter on the bed. Caressing her daughter's hands and forehead. After a bit of small talk visiting hours was over so they silently left the ward and walked out of the hospital. As they stepped outside the hospital, two black Rolls Royce cars were parked outside with a few men in black suits.Mrs Sonya turned to Ryan. "Where do you stay Ryan?"

Ryan lifted the dome from the top rack to reveal his dinner, acknowledging it briefly before setting it aside. Then, with a deep breath, he focused on the ingredients below. The moment had arrived to begin the meticulous process of creating the ointment, a task that required not just precision, but a belief in the possibility of what traditional remedies could achieve.He surveyed the ingredients with a practiced eye: Turmeric Root, for its anti-inflammatory properties; Flaxseeds, rich in omega-3 fatty acids; Ginkgo Biloba, known for enhancing blood circulation; Olive Leaves, with their heart-healthy benefits; Hawthorn Berry, often used to support cardiovascular health; and Pomegranate, packed with antioxidants.Closing his eyes for a moment, Ryan summoned the system with the intent of his mind, a technique he had honed through necessity and practice. The system, an internal guide of sorts, provided him with the knowledge and steps required to combine these natural elements into an oi

As they were about to part ways, Mrs. Sonya's phone interrupted the moment, its ringtone slicing through the hushed ambiance of the hotel corridor. She paused, her expression shifting to one of focused attention as she answered the call. Ryan stood by, a respectful distance away, his mind already turning over the tasks for the day and contemplating the complexities of their situation. The conversation was brief, but its content seemed to carry significant weight. Mrs. Sonya's eyes narrowed slightly, her nod indicating the importance of the call.As she ended the call and slipped the phone back into her purse, she turned to face Ryan, a new sense of urgency framing her features. "The package will arrive very soon," she announced, her voice carrying a mixture of relief and anticipation. The 'package', a term shrouded in the mystery of their larger endeavor, hinted at something pivotal, perhaps a crucial piece in their ongoing efforts."I'll go see my daughter," Mrs. Sonya continued, her

In the dimly lit corridor of his apartment, the soft shuffle of his footsteps was barely audible as he moved closer to the front door. His heart pounded in his chest, a rhythm of fear and anticipation, as he leaned forward to peer through the peephole. A masked man, face obscured behind a dark cloth, holding a gun with an unwavering grip. The door, his last line of defense, showed signs of forceful entry, its frame splintered and broken.Frozen for a moment, he watched as the figures outside prepared to make their next move. The hallway's muted lights cast long shadows that danced around the intruders, adding a macabre spectacle to the scene unfolding before him. The man's breath fogged the peephole, a stark reminder of the peril just inches away. The men outside seemed to inch closer to the door.Clinging to the window's edge, Ryan took a deep breath, feeling the cool air brush against his face. Below him, the city sprawled endlessly, a maze of lights and shadows. With a swift motio