Calvin kept running until he reached the rooftop. His legs burned from the exertion, and his lungs felt like they were on fire, but he couldn't stop now. The chill night air hit his face as he emerged onto the roof, bringing a brief but welcome relief. He hadn't thought about what he would do once he got to the roof; he just knew he needed to buy Lizzie more time. With the amulet safely in her possession, it was now up to her to find the answers they desperately needed.As he reached the edge of the building, Calvin looked around frantically, searching for an escape route. The city sprawled out below him, a labyrinth of streets and buildings. The height made him dizzy, and for a moment, he felt a surge of panic. His heart pounded, and his breaths came in ragged gasps. He had no plan, no way out, and no idea how to face the agents without the amulet's power.Behind him, he heard the pounding of footsteps growing louder. He turned and saw the agents emerging onto the roof, their express

Calvin hugged her back, feeling the weight of her worry and relief. He held her tightly, as if trying to convey his unwavering presence through the embrace. "I'm here," he said softly, his voice steady and reassuring. "And we're going to get through this together. No matter what happens, we have each other's backs."They stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other's arms, the bond between them stronger than ever. The room around them seemed to fade, leaving only the comforting warmth of their connection. Lizzie pulled back slightly, her eyes red but determined. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and took a deep breath. "We need to figure out our next move," she said, her voice more composed but still tinged with emotion. "But for now, I'm just glad you're okay."Calvin nodded, his mind already racing with plans and strategies. He looked into Lizzie's eyes, seeing the reflection of their shared determination. "We'll figure it out," he said confidently. "First, I have to a

Kevin Lang, maintaining his cool demeanor, raised his hand to interrupt. “Before you proceed with the treatment, there should be a crosscheck to verify whether James actually has the condition you’ve diagnosed, Calvin. It’s entirely possible you’re fabricating this,” he said, his tone laced with skepticism.The Head of the Board, a stern-faced woman named Dr. Eleanor Mitchell, nodded in agreement. “Kevin Lang makes a valid point,” she said, her tone impartial but firm. “We need to conduct a thorough medical screening to confirm whether Mr. Perry indeed has early-stage pancreatic cancer. This is standard procedure to ensure the integrity of our trials.”Calvin remained composed, though his eyes flickered with a hint of irritation. “I understand,” he replied, his voice steady. “I’m confident in my diagnosis, and I’m willing to have it verified.”James, still reeling from the initial shock of Calvin’s diagnosis, looked between the members of the board, Kevin, and Calvin. “Fine,” he mutte

Kevin and Lionel exchanged a glance, their faces reflecting a mix of frustration and realization. Kevin’s brow furrowed in irritation as he spoke. “Fine,” he said through gritted teeth, his voice tight with restrained anger. “But we’re not giving up just yet.”As they walked away from James, Kevin’s mind churned with a new plan. He leaned in close to Lionel, his voice barely more than a whisper. “We’ll request a search,” he said, his eyes narrowing with cunning. “If Calvin’s using some hidden device to make these diagnoses, we need to find it. It could be our ticket to discrediting him once and for all.”Lionel’s eyes brightened with understanding. “That’s a good idea. We’ll have him searched before he can proceed with the treatment. If there’s anything hidden, we’ll uncover it.”With their new strategy in mind, they returned to the boardroom as the break concluded. The tension was palpable as everyone settled back into their seats. Dr. Eleanor Mitchell, the head of the board, address

James looked at Calvin, his eyes wide with a mixture of gratitude and amazement. His voice trembled slightly as he spoke, the weight of the moment settling over him. “Calvin, I don’t know how to thank you. This is... it’s incredible. I thought... I thought I was done for.”Calvin nodded, his expression calm yet warm, the satisfaction of his success subtly reflected in his eyes. “I’m glad to see you’re feeling better, James. This is just the beginning. With continued treatment and proper medical care, your condition can improve even more. You have a real chance at recovery.”James took a deep breath, still processing the reality of his improved condition. His hands, which had been trembling with fear earlier, were now steady. “You don’t understand, Calvin. This changes everything for me. I was terrified.”Calvin placed a reassuring hand on James’s shoulder, his touch firm and confident. “You’re not alone in this, James. We’ll tackle this together, one step at a time.”Dr. Mitchell, who