Once they were in the car, Lizzie sank back into the seat with a deep, grateful sigh. The softness of the leather against her back and the steady rumble of the engine beneath her were soothing contrasts to the chaos they had just left behind. The city lights outside flickered past in a mesmerizing blur, each one a small beacon of hope cutting through the encroaching darkness of their situation. Lizzie stared out the window, letting the familiar rhythm of the car’s movement calm her frayed nerves. The journey to the hospital was a crucial step towards safety, and she took solace in the thought that the bustling, always-active environment of Lang Hospital would offer a buffer against Han Xin’s men.She glanced sideways at Calvin, whose face was illuminated by the soft glow of the dashboard lights. Their eyes met, and in that fleeting moment, they shared a profound, wordless exchange. The silent communication between them was a testament to their deep sibling bond. They didn’t need words
The hospital lobby buzzed with activity, but for Lizzie, the crowd did little to ease the gnawing anxiety in her chest. She could feel it tightening like a coil, winding tighter with every passing minute. The harsh fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over the room, and the faint scent of antiseptic lingered in the air. Every noise—every footstep, every voice—felt amplified, feeding her growing unease.Lizzie leaned closer to Calvin, her voice barely a whisper as she tried to keep her fear in check. "Cal, we can’t stay here too long. Han Xin’s men… they won’t just sit around waiting. They’re bound to have something planned."Calvin turned to look at his sister, his eyes meeting hers with a steady gaze. He could see the worry etched on her face, the way her brow furrowed and her lips pressed into a thin line. She was right. The longer they stayed in one place, the more exposed they were. The hospital might be bustling with people, but it wasn’t immune to the dangers lurking outside.
Roland Price’s eyes darted back and forth across the test results, searching frantically for any sign of error, but the medical report was crystal clear—James Perry was indeed cancer-free. It was a conclusion that should have brought relief, but to Price, it was a bitter pill to swallow. His face tightened, brows knitting together in a frown, and his jaw clenched as he struggled to reconcile the reality before him.“This… this can’t be right,” Price muttered under his breath, his voice tinged with frustration and disbelief. His eyes, now sharp with accusation, shot up to meet Calvin’s calm and steady gaze. “There’s no way this is accurate. No one can cure cancer with punches—this has to be a mistake.”The tension in the room thickened as Price’s words hung in the air. Calvin remained composed, his expression unreadable as he silently observed Price’s internal battle. Lizzie stood close by, her eyes flickering between the two men, ready to step in if necessary.Before the situation cou
As they finally exited the imposing walls of Lang Hospital, a palpable tension lingered in the air. Calvin led the group, his eyes scanning the surroundings, ever vigilant for any sign of Han Xin’s men. Every step felt heavier, but at least they were leaving behind Kevin Lang’s territory, a place where any number of unexpected dangers could lurk.The car ride to the next hospital was filled with an uncomfortable silence, each passenger lost in their own thoughts. Calvin sat beside Lizzie, glancing over at her every so often. The worry on her face was unmistakable—her usually bright eyes now clouded with fear. The rhythmic hum of the car’s engine did little to calm her nerves. Although surrounded by officials who should provide a sense of security, Lizzie couldn’t shake the feeling of being trapped, like prey in the hunter's sights.Calvin reached over and gently squeezed her hand. "We’ll be okay," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the soft hum of the car. His tone was steady
The tension in the room grew thicker as the advanced medical machines hummed softly, meticulously scanning every inch of James's body. The doctors worked with practiced precision, their faces serious and focused. They knew the gravity of the situation—not just for James, but for the reputations and lives involved in this high-stakes drama.Roland Price, standing at the edge of the examination room, couldn’t contain his nerves. His voice cut through the quiet hum of the machines as he addressed the medical team. "Make sure you’re using the most advanced equipment," he insisted, his tone sharp with barely veiled desperation. "Double-check everything. There’s no room for error."One of the senior doctors, a tall man with graying hair and an air of authority, looked up from his work, his expression calm but firm. "Mr. Price, rest assured, we’re conducting the most thorough examination possible. This facility is equipped with the latest technology. You’ll get your answers."Calvin observed
As the minutes ticked by, the room grew increasingly tense. The medical team huddled around the monitors, studying the results with intense focus. Finally, the lead doctor turned to face James, his expression softening into a relieved smile. "Mr. Perry," he began, his voice calm but full of assurance, "the scans confirm it—there are no traces of cancer left in your body. You’re completely free of the disease."James blinked, almost in disbelief. The weight of those words slowly sank in, and a broad smile spread across his face. He had been through so much—fighting the illness, enduring the treatments, and now, finally, he was free. "I… I’m really cured?" he asked, his voice trembling with a mixture of joy and disbelief.The doctor nodded. "Yes, you’re cured. Congratulations, Mr. Perry."James let out a triumphant laugh, the sound echoing through the sterile hospital room. "I’m cured!" he repeated, turning to Calvin with gratitude shining in his eyes. "You did it, Calvin. You really di
“Maybe there is something you can do,” Calvin said.Calvin watched as Roland, looking utterly defeated, halted in his tracks. The man who once exuded confidence now appeared fragile, his hollow eyes reflecting total surrender. Slowly, Roland turned to face Calvin, his expression weary, as if he had lost everything. "What do you want, Hudson?" he asked, his voice full of exhaustion and despair.Calvin stepped closer, his expression inscrutable. In a situation like this, there was no room for doubt or weakness. "There’s one more thing you can do for me," Calvin said, his voice calm yet firm.Roland frowned, suspicion creeping into his eyes. Even in a weakened position, his survival instincts were still intact. "What kind of help are you talking about? What do you really want?" he asked, his tone tinged with disbelief.Calvin paused for a moment, carefully choosing his words. This wasn’t about exploiting someone’s vulnerability—it was about survival amidst the threats that continued to l
Calvin was still processing his tense conversation with Roland when he noticed James approaching him. The air between them was thick with unresolved tension, but Calvin could sense that James wasn’t here to antagonize him—at least not overtly."Calvin," James began, his tone measured and controlled, a stark contrast to his usual demeanor. The usual edge in his voice was gone, replaced with something closer to acknowledgment, if not respect. "You’ve proven yourself. You cured me, something no one else could do. Because of that, I won’t interfere with your clinic. It’s safe from me... for now." He paused, his gaze hardening slightly. "But let’s be clear—if any other issues arise, I won’t be held responsible. This is purely business, nothing more."Calvin met James’s gaze with a knowing smirk. He wasn’t fooled by the veneer of civility. He knew James too well—this wasn’t an olive branch, just a reluctant concession. “Fair enough, James. I appreciate you not making things harder than they