RICHARD'S POVI stood at the reception, tapping my fingers against the counter, waiting for the receptionist to process my entrance fee. But my mind was anticipating the reactions of my stepbrothers, Jonathan and William.The receptionist looked up from her computer. "Hold on a moment, Mr. Richard. Just processing your entry."From behind me, I could hear Jonathan and William losing their shit. They were at the gate now, ranting and banging on it like maniacs. I turned slightly to catch a glimpse of their red faces. They were furious."Hey! Let us in! This is a goddamn joke!" Jonathan's voice was a mix of anger and desperation."Yeah, you can't do this! We have rights!" William added, his fists pounding against the metal gate.The receptionist glanced at them and sighed, clearly annoyed. "If you two don't stop, I'll have you arrested. And if you don’t have the money, you can leave."I couldn't help but chuckle at the look of disbelief on their faces. Their eyes widened, and they exch

RICHARD'S POV I took a deep breath, ready to start the examination, when suddenly the door burst open.BANG! The sound echoed through the small room, startling everyone. I turned to see a tall man storming in, his eyes blazing with urgency. Beside him was another man, clearly a doctor, carrying a large kit brimming with medical supplies. This must be the brother of the sick girl, the resemblance was very clear.He didn’t even glance at me as he strode forward. “Step aside,” he commanded, his voice booming. “Mother, I’ve found the best doctor in the city. He will cure Cathy.”I hesitated for a moment, taken aback by the force of his entry. I cleared my throat, trying to regain my composure. “Your father asked me to come,” I said, trying to sound assertive.The man finally turned to look at me, his eyes narrowing as he took me in. He sneered, his gaze dropping to my empty hands. “Why does a doctor like you look like that?” he spat, his voice dripping with disdain. “Where’s your medical

RICHARD'S POVThe young girl lay on the bed, her face twisted in pain. I could feel the eyes of her family boring into me, a mix of hope and doubt. I took a deep breath, activating the system within me. This was it. Time to prove myself."Alright," I said, my voice steady, "I'll heal her. But I need some things first."The family looked at me, clearly confused. I could see the questions in their eyes, but they stayed silent, waiting for me to continue."I need you to boil vinegar and mix it with hot water. Quickly."There was a moment of stunned silence. Then, the mother spoke up, her voice tinged with skepticism. "Vinegar? Are you sure?"I nodded firmly. "Yes. Trust me. It's part of the process."She hesitated, glancing at her son and then at the girl, her daughter who let out a soft whimper. The brother clutched his sister's hand tightly, his knuckles white."Please," I urged, "she's in pain. The sooner we start, the better."The brother finally nodded and hurried out of the room. T

RICHARD’S POV trudged up the cobblestone path to my father's villa, excited to give him the great news of my latest accomplishment—securing a membership into the consortium. I could hear Jonathan and William’s voices even before I reached the door, their complaints echoing through the open windows. Wonderful, just what I needed.As I stepped inside, I could see them in the sitting room, whining to Dad.“Come on, Dad, we need the money for the business consortium headquarters entrance fee,” Jonathan was saying, his tone almost whiny.William chimed in, “Yeah, it’s not like we’re asking for much. Just a little investment in our future.”Dad shook his head firmly. “I’ve told you both already, I’m not giving you any more money. You need to learn to stand on your own two feet.”I decided it was time to make my presence known. I walked in, trying to hide my amusement. “Hey there, family.”Jonathan’s head whipped around, and he glared at me. “Who let you in, Richard? Can’t you see we’re ha

RICHARD'S POV Suddenly, Samantha stammered through her apology, her eyes darting around like a deer caught in headlights. "I-I'm so sorry, Mr. Richard. I didn’t mean to—"I cut her off, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, you didn't mean to? Well, isn't that just peachy. I didn't mean to be insulted or have my time wasted, but here we are."A small crowd had gathered, their whispers growing louder with every passing second. Some of them had their phones out, probably recording the scene. Great, I thought, just what I need—my face plastered all over social media because of an incompetent sales agent."Maybe you should get someone who knows what they're doing," I suggested, my tone as biting as a winter wind.The look of sheer panic on Samantha's face was almost enough to make me feel a twinge of guilt. Almost.At that moment I noticed the manager, a tall man with a sharp suit and a sharper gaze. He walked towards us, like a hawk approaching his prey. His name tag read, ‘Michael’. He