Mocked Son-in-law Is Powerful

Ch 7: IT'S MY TIMING

The warm glow of golden energy slowly dissipated as John withdrew the final acupuncture needle from Thomas Miller’s chest. A satisfied smile crossed his face as he stepped back, observing the now-vibrant complexion of the once-ailing patriarch.

Thomas sat up gingerly, his breathing steady and free of the tightness that had plagued him for months. “It’s… incredible,” he said, awe lacing his voice. “The pain is gone. My chest feels light for the first time in years.”

Henry Chase, standing nearby, nodded in amazement. “Doctor Carter, your skills are extraordinary. I’ve seen masters of their craft, but none who could achieve what you’ve done here.”

John remained composed, his voice calm but firm. “Your recovery is only as strong as your commitment to maintaining it. Follow my instructions—diet, exercise, and the herbal regimen I’ve provided—and you’ll avoid a relapse.”

Thomas looked John in the eye, respect replacing the skepticism he’d carried earlier. “You have my word. I owe you my life.”

Lucas, standing awkwardly near the doorway, hesitated before clearing his throat. “John… I want to apologize for what happened earlier. I didn’t realize who I was dealing with.”

John’s gaze turned sharp, and his tone chilled the room. “Your apology means nothing. Actions have consequences, Lucas. Cross me or Olivia again, and you’ll regret it.”

Lucas nodded quickly, his usual arrogance nowhere to be found. “Understood. It won’t happen again.”

Thomas turned to his son, his voice low and stern. “Lucas, you’ve brought shame to this family. From now on, you will stay away from Olivia and her family. If I hear otherwise, there will be consequences.”

“Yes, Father,” Lucas muttered, his shoulders slumping.

John adjusted his jacket and straightened. “The Millenium Mall project transfer must be completed as we agreed, and my involvement stays between us.”

Thomas nodded firmly. “It will be done. You have my word.”

As John drove home, a peculiar sensation coursed through his body. A wave of warmth began at his chest and spread outward, filling him with an energy unlike anything he’d felt before. His vision blurred for a moment, forcing him to pull over to the side of the road.

When he stepped out of the car, the world around him seemed to shift. Shadows twisted and converged into the form of an enormous dragon, its golden eyes glowing with power. John stared, unsure whether to feel awe or fear.

“John Carter,” the dragon intoned, its deep voice reverberating in his mind. “Your powers have fully awakened.”

“What’s happening to me?” John asked, his voice steady despite the surreal experience.

“You have inherited the full might of the Dragon Way Bloodline, and with it, new abilities will emerge,” the dragon explained. “You already possess the gift of unparalleled healing, but now you shall gain three additional powers.”

John listened intently, his pulse quickening. “What are they?”

“First, Energy Manipulation: the ability to absorb and transfer energy to heal, strengthen yourself, or even weaken opponents.”

“Second, Dragon Aura: the power to intimidate or inspire awe, rendering your enemies helpless and emboldening your allies.”

“And third, Divine Insight: a heightened perception that allows you to see hidden truths—lies, future possibilities, and the weaknesses of others.”

The dragon’s golden eyes bore into John’s, its voice softening. “These abilities come with great responsibility. Use them wisely, or they will destroy you.”

John nodded, determination settling in his chest. “I’ll master them.”

The dragon’s form dissolved into a swirl of light, leaving John standing alone under the night sky. The energy inside him hummed, his body surging with newfound confidence. This is just the beginning.

Back at the Wilson family home, John entered the kitchen to find Mary Wilson waiting, her arms crossed and a scowl etched on her face.

“You’re late,” she snapped. “The gutters need cleaning, the trash hasn’t been taken out, and the living room is a mess. Get to work.”

John calmly placed his keys on the counter and met her glare head-on. “No.”

Mary blinked, momentarily stunned. “Excuse me?”

“I said no,” John repeated, his tone steady. “I’m not your servant. If you want chores done, do them yourself or hire someone.”

Mary’s face turned red with fury. “You ungrateful little—! You live in this house, eat our food, and this is how you repay us?”

“I’m Olivia’s husband, not your errand boy,” John replied coolly. “That’s how it’s going to be from now on.”

Mary’s voice rose, sharp and cutting. “Olivia! Get in here!”

Olivia entered the room, her expression weary. “What’s going on now?”

Mary pointed at John. “Your husband is refusing to pull his weight! He thinks he’s too good to help around the house.”

John turned to Olivia. “I’m done being treated like a doormat. I’ve made my stance clear.”

Olivia glanced between the two, caught in the middle of their standoff. “John, just… take the trash out. This isn’t worth the argument.”

John shook his head. “Not this time, Olivia. I won’t back down.”

The tension thickened, Mary storming out with a huff. Olivia sighed, rubbing her temples. “You’re making things harder than they need to be.”

“No,” John said firmly. “I’m making things fair.”

Later that evening, Mary sat with Olivia in the living room, her anger simmering but her tone turning sly.

“Olivia, you need to get this under control,” Mary began. “Your husband is out of line. He’s going to ruin everything.”

Olivia sighed, exhaustion clear in her eyes. “I’ll talk to him.”

“You’d better,” Mary said, leaning closer. “But let me give you some advice. Lucas is still willing to help. If you got closer to him, maybe even spent a night with him, we wouldn’t be in this mess.”

Olivia’s eyes widened in shock. “Mother, you can’t be serious.”

“I’m completely serious,” Mary replied, her voice cold. “This is about survival. Sometimes, sacrifices have to be made.”

Olivia stared at her, conflicted and disgusted. How far is she willing to go? And how much longer can I endure this?

Upstairs, John stared out the window, the energy of the dragon still pulsing within him. This is just the beginning. I’ll prove my worth, not just to Olivia,but to myself. They’ll all see who I truly am.