Upon hearing what Damien just said.The doctor’s face twisted with fury.“How dare you?” he spat, his voice booming through the supermarket.His sudden outburst drew even more attention.The unconscious woman’s family closed in, their anger igniting like dry leaves in a wildfire.“Who do you think you are?” one of the men barked, stepping toward Damien. “She’s dying, and you’re standing here accusing a licensed doctor of foul play?”Another woman clutched at her chest, sobbing dramatically.“You heartless bastard!” she wailed. “If my sister dies, it’s because of you!”The tension thickened.People whispered, murmured, exchanging uneasy glances.Jessica’s mother stood frozen, her breathing erratic, torn between fear and desperation.And yet, Damien remained unshaken.His gaze didn’t waver, his stance unmoved, even as multiple voices rose against him.The doctor smirked, emboldened by the support.“I don't have time for this nonsense,” he sneered. “If you want to gamble with a woman's l

"Mom, can you just stop being delusional. Damien isn't a bad person. We've misjudge him all these years,"Deborah’s face hardened as Jessica spoke, her eyes narrowing in frustration. “Jessica, stop this nonsense! Damien isn’t the kind-hearted man you seem to think he is. We've known him since he was a boy, and we've seen the kind of person he is. You’re deluding yourself!” she retorted with a touch of desperation in her voice.Jessica wasn't deterred by her mother's reaction. “You didn't see what he did for me. He risked his life to save me.Deborah’s voice was unwavering. “Jessica, you may not believe me, but I'm your mother, and I know what's best for you. Damien is an opportunist. Nothing in his life has been earned by hard work or good intentions. It’s all luck.” Her words were tinged with a note of finality.Jessica felt her mother's determination like a brick wall before her. But she wasn’t ready to give up yet." She took a deep breath, the exasperation evident in her voice. "M

At that moment Winston’s eyes flickered with something unreadable as he turned to face Victoria. She stood there with her arms still crossed, head tilted slightly, observing him with an amused smirk. The lighting of the room cast shadows across her face, but it didn’t hide the curiosity burning in her eyes.“Who is this Demian you keep talking about?” she repeated, taking a slow step forward.Winston’s lips curled in irritation. He exhaled sharply, shoving his hands into his pockets as if trying to push away the frustration boiling inside him.“It’s nothing important,” he muttered, brushing the topic off as if it held no weight. But the tightness in his jaw betrayed him.Immediately Victoria narrowed her eyes, sensing the tension in his voice.“Nothing important?” she echoed, arching a perfectly shaped brow.At that moment Winston rolled his shoulders back, his expression hardening. “Yeah. Just some arrogant guy who thinks too highly of himself. I don’t like arrogant people, you know

At that moment Jessica's lips parted slightly, but no words came out. A creeping uncertainty settled in her chest as Victoria's words replayed in her head. She then remembered, she Didn't even ask Damien if he was the one who saved her? Her brows furrowed, and she swallowed hard.She had been so sure, so convinced. But now… now the doubt clawed at her, whispering a question she hadn’t considered before. ‘What if I just assumed he was the one?’She murmured to herself.She glanced at Victoria, who was watching her closely, arms still crossed, waiting for her to crack. Jessica’s heartbeat quickened.‘Could it be that someone else saved me?’The thought unsettled her. She remembered seeing Damien’s face before she passed out.‘But… did I really? Or was I just hoping it was him?’Her mind scrambled through that terrifying night, replaying it like a fragmented dream. The sounds of her own heavy breathing. The fear constricting her chest. The darkness. Then… a figure, strong and swift, cut

As soon as Demian spoke, the entire room fell silent for a brief moment. Then, the whispers began.“Did he just say he can save her?”“Who does he think he is?”“I thought he was a cleaner when he walked in.”“There’s no way this guy is a doctor. Just look at him!”“Maybe the general made a mistake.”“Or maybe he’s playing some sick joke. Mother is dying, and he’s standing here acting confident.”Soft murmurs spread through the room like wildfire, doubt laced in every word. The way they glanced at him—some with sneers, others with pity, and a few with pure disbelief—was almost laughable. They didn’t just doubt him; they had already dismissed him.“Does he even have a medical license?” one of the younger men scoffed under his breath, arms crossed over his chest.“He probably watched a few online videos and now thinks he’s a doctor,” another chuckled.One of the older women frowned deeply, shaking her head. “This is a life-and-death matter. Why would the general send someone like... hi