Calvin remained silent and nodded, acknowledging the difficult truth. He had no other choice. He could win back his license and reopen his clinic now, but remarrying Alana was the consequence. He couldn't break their agreement.Alana, sensing his conflicted emotions, put on her most reassuring smile. "How about we grab some lunch together, Calvin? Let's celebrate our success."Calvin shook his head slightly. "The journey is still long, Alana. My license hasn't been reinstated yet, so it's too early for a celebration.""Come on, Calvin," Alana coaxed. "Besides, we need to reconnect before we get married. Think of it as a chance to start over."Calvin hesitated, uncertainty clouding his mind. But eventually, he nodded. "Alright. Let's go."They walked to a nearby restaurant, one that Alana had chosen for its quiet ambiance and excellent cuisine. The place was familiar, bringing back a flood of memories. As they were seated at a cozy table by the window, Alana ordered a bottle of their f
Alana was dragged away by Beatrice and James, their insistent demands drowning out her protests. Her voice, pleading and desperate, echoed in Calvin's ears as he watched helplessly. Alana’s defiant words faded into the distance, replaced by the harsh commands of her family. The sight of her being pulled away was like a punch to his gut, leaving a hollow ache in his chest. He knew this confrontation was inevitable. The disdain from Alana’s family had always been palpable, simmering just beneath the surface, ready to erupt at any moment.Calvin sighed deeply, the weight of the situation settling heavily on his shoulders. He had hoped for a smoother path, one where they could navigate their complicated relationship without such open hostility. But it was clear that their journey would be fraught with obstacles. The dream of reclaiming his license and rebuilding his clinic seemed increasingly distant, overshadowed by the familial discord that threatened to derail their plans.He stood alo
Calvin gripped the amulet tightly, its cool surface a reassuring presence in his palm. He looked at Lizzie, his eyes serious and filled with a mix of determination and vulnerability. "Lizzie, you have to promise me something," he began, his voice low and urgent. "The power and the system I've gained from this amulet—it's crucial that you keep it a secret. If anyone finds out about this and takes it from me, I won't be able to do anything. I won't be able to prove myself or get my clinic reopened."Lizzie's face softened with understanding. She reached out and placed a comforting hand on Calvin's shoulder. "Of course, Calvin. I promise. I won't tell anyone. I care about you too much to risk it." Her eyes met his with unwavering sincerity. "You're my brother, and I'll do whatever it takes to help you."Calvin felt a surge of gratitude and relief at her words. He knew he could trust Lizzie completely. "Thank you, Lizzie. Knowing I have your support means everything to me."Lizzie suddenl
Lizzie floated in the air, her body bathed in an otherworldly green light. Calvin watched in stunned silence, his heart pounding in his chest. The glow intensified, and Lizzie's eyes turned a vibrant, eerie green. When she finally spoke, her voice was no longer her own. It echoed with a strange, otherworldly resonance. "Calvin," she intoned, "your death is near, and you were too late to stop it. You must prepare yourself. There is no time left."As the words hung in the air, the green light around Lizzie exploded in a burst of brilliance. She fell to the ground, her body limp, her face pale. Blood trickled from her nose, stark against her skin.Calvin's heart skipped a beat, panic gripping him. "Lizzie!" he cried, rushing to her side. He gently cradled her head, his fingers trembling as he checked for a pulse. Relief washed over him as he felt the faint but steady beat of her heart.With his mind racing, Calvin activated his X-Ray vision, his eyes glowing with a soft blue light. He sc
After hours of trying to unlock the diary, Calvin and Lizzie were exhausted. They decided to take a break and headed to the kitchen to make some cold drinks. Normally, the kitchen was filled with their chatter, but today, the silence was heavy with unspoken worries and thoughts. Calvin, especially, felt the weight of fatigue pressing down on him, having expended so much energy to heal Lizzie earlier.Calvin opened the refrigerator and pulled out a pitcher of lemonade, while Lizzie fetched glasses from the cupboard. The only sounds were the clinking of ice cubes and the hum of the refrigerator. Lizzie was lost in her own thoughts, her mind racing with the vision of Calvin's impending death and the mysterious diary that held the potential key to their past and future. She stirred her drink absentmindedly, her eyes distant.Calvin leaned against the counter, taking a deep breath. "We’ll figure it out, Lizzie. We always do," he said, trying to inject some optimism into the heavy atmospher
As two more men closed in from behind, Calvin spun around, sweeping one of them off his feet with a low kick. The other grabbed him from behind, attempting to restrain him. Calvin struggled against the grip, using his elbow to strike the man in the stomach. The grip loosened, and Calvin twisted free, delivering a sharp kick to the man's knee, causing him to collapse.But the fight was far from over. More attackers emerged from the shadows, surrounding Calvin. He could feel his energy depleting but refused to give in. Drawing on his training, he focused on his breathing and movements, conserving his strength while delivering precise, powerful strikes.One of the masked men swung a metal pipe at Calvin. He ducked just in time, the pipe whistling past his head. Seizing the opportunity, Calvin grabbed the assailant's wrist, twisting it and forcing him to drop the weapon. With a swift, fluid motion, Calvin swept the man's legs out from under him and sent him crashing to the ground.Calvin'
Calvin and Lizzie spent the entire night trying to come up with a solution, but exhaustion eventually overtook them, and they fell asleep without any answers. The living room was littered with crumpled notes and empty coffee cups, a testament to their restless brainstorming. As the first light of morning filtered through the windows, Calvin awoke with a start. His eyes were gritty with fatigue, and the weight of his obligations crashed down on him as he realized he had to attend the meeting with the health department.His phone buzzed on the table, its vibration a harsh reminder of the day ahead. Calvin quickly picked it up, seeing Alana's name on the screen. He answered, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. "Alana?""Calvin, good morning. Do you need a ride to the meeting?" Alana's voice was tense but supportive, the underlying urgency clear.Before Calvin could respond, Lizzie, who had also been stirred awake by the call, glanced over at him with curiosity. Her eyes were puffy
Alana greeted Calvin with a warm, confident smile, linking her arm through his as they walked into the room. Calvin's heart pounded in his chest, but he forced himself to appear calm and composed, his steps purposeful and steady.As they entered the conference room, Calvin immediately spotted Dr. Matthew Greene standing at the center. Seeing Greene brought a small measure of relief; the man had made a full recovery thanks to Calvin's treatment. However, a pang of anxiety twisted in Calvin's stomach—without the system from the amulet, his diagnostic abilities were severely hindered. He had to rely on his knowledge and past experiences, hoping they would be enough.In the room, several key figures were present: Kevin Lang, Lionel Lang, and James Perry. Their expressions ranged from skeptical to openly hostile. They were all anticipating Calvin's failure.The Head of the Board, a stern-faced woman with sharp eyes, called the meeting to order. "We are here today to review the medical capa