Joaquin wasted no time after his conversation with Miguel. The sooner he began the treatment, the better. Miguel Suarez’s life depended on it — and so did everything that came after.In the quiet of the massive Suarez estate, they moved to a private room — one with no prying eyes and no interruptions. The room was dimly lit, the only sound the soft crackling of a fireplace in the corner. It felt heavy, filled with the tension of expectation and the weight of what was about to happen.Miguel sat in a high-backed chair, his normally commanding presence dulled by the sickness that had been eating away at him for months. His skin had paled, and his breathing was shallow. But his eyes — his eyes still burned with the fire of a king."Are you sure about this?" Rick asked, his voice tight with worry as he stood behind his boss.Joaquin didn’t answer right away. He focused, taking a deep breath, and let his Third Eye ability take over.And there it was — the flow of Miguel’s blood, moving thr

Joaquin stood still, his eyes fixed on the three men lying unconscious in their hospital beds. They were lined up in a neat row, their chests rising and falling with shallow, labored breaths. But what caught his attention—what made his blood run cold—was the dark, twisted veins snaking under their skin. Through his Third Eye, he could clearly see the blackened blood flowing through their bodies, sluggish and poisonous.It wasn’t just Miguel.The sickness hadn’t been an isolated case.Whoever—or whatever—was behind this wasn’t targeting just one person. This was spreading. Fast.Joaquin clenched his fists, the weight of the realization settling heavily on his shoulders. He needed to be ready for whatever came next.“What’s wrong, Joaquin?” Serena’s voice broke through his thoughts. Her tone was filled with concern, her eyes watching him closely.Joaquin shook his head quickly. “Nothing.”But it was far from nothing. He couldn’t tell Serena what he was seeing—he knew she wouldn’t unders

The exhaustion weighed heavily on Joaquin’s shoulders as the afternoon sun dipped low on the horizon. His body ached from the sheer number of surgeries he had performed—ten patients in a single day. His hands, steady and precise just hours ago, now trembled from overuse, and his mind screamed for rest.As he pushed open the door to the doctors’ lounge, the idea of sinking into one of the worn-out couches felt like salvation. But just as he was about to take that first step toward comfort, the hospital’s intercom crackled to life.“Code Blue! Code Blue!”The words struck like lightning. Joaquin’s exhaustion evaporated instantly. Adrenaline surged through his veins as he grabbed his white coat, slinging it over his shoulders while he bolted out the door. The hallway was already a blur of frantic nurses and doctors rushing toward the ICU.He nearly collided with Serena, who appeared equally panicked, her eyes wide with fear.“What’s going on?” he asked breathlessly.“It’s the senato

Joaquin stood in front of James Villareal’s office, taking a deep breath before knocking. He wasn’t sure what this meeting was about, but after the chaos of the past few days, he had a feeling it wouldn’t just be a simple conversation.“Come in,” came the deep voice from inside.Joaquin pushed the door open and immediately spotted Senator De Vera sitting across from James. The senator stood as soon as he saw Joaquin, a warm, grateful smile spreading across his face.“Doctor Joaquin!” the senator greeted, stepping forward and extending his hand. Joaquin shook it politely, though he was still wary. “I’ve been wanting to meet the man who saved my daughter’s life. Thank you—thank you so much!”“I was just doing my job, sir,” Joaquin replied evenly, keeping his tone respectful.“Nonsense!” the senator said, his booming voice filling the room. “What you did was beyond your duty. You acted quickly and decisively when others hesitated—and because of that, my daughter is alive.”Joaquin dipp

James Villareal sat in his office, his fingers drumming restlessly against the polished mahogany desk. He was a man who prided himself on his composure — on his ability to keep a cool head no matter the situation. But right now, his mind was anything but calm.He couldn’t stop thinking about that ring.The moment he saw it on Joaquin’s hand, his heart had nearly stopped. He recognized it instantly — a distinctive, ornate piece that had been missing for years.The ring his father had once worn.The ring that had vanished right around the time rumors of his father’s affair had begun to surface.James’s jaw tightened. He needed answers.And he couldn’t believe he’d seen it on the hand of someone like Joaquin. A stranger. Someone beneath him.Without wasting another moment, he reached for his phone and dialed. The line barely rang twice before his mother answered.“James, my son! How are you, my dear? Do you need anything?” Her voice was warm, but there was always an undercurrent of sharp