Calvin asked Miranda, "How can I dig deeper into what Lizzie said? How can I help her unravel the past and find the true truth?"
Miranda frowned, thinking hard. The lines on her forehead deepened as she carefully chose her words. "I'm not entirely sure, Calvin. It seems that Lizzie needs to learn to control her powers first. Once she can harness her abilities without exhausting herself, she might be able to reveal more without passing out."
Calvin nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. He was about to ask another question when his phone rang, the sudden noise breaking the tension in the room. He glanced at the screen and saw that it was Beatrice Perry. Reluctantly, he answered.
"Calvin, what have you done?" Beatrice's voice was filled with fury, her words sharp and biting. "Alana was arrested by the police, and I know it's because of your lies and deceit!"
Calvin sighed, trying to keep his voice steady despite the anger rising within him. "Be
Calvin returned to Miranda Dew's house, the events of the past few hours weighing heavily on his mind. The living room was dimly lit, the warm glow from the table lamp casting shadows on the walls. Lizzie, Miranda, and James were hunched over a large wooden table, ancient records and manuscripts spread out before them. Their faces were etched with fatigue, eyes straining to make sense of the faded texts and cryptic symbols."Hey, everyone," Calvin greeted, trying to muster a smile despite his recent frustrations. His voice broke the heavy silence, drawing their attention. "Any progress?"Lizzie looked up, her eyes tired but determined. "Calvin, these records are not detailed, some parts missing, and confusing. We haven't been able to figure out the right method to help me control my powers without exhausting myself or facing danger," she explained, her voice tinged with frustration.Calvin walked over and placed a reassuring hand on Lizzie's shoulder. "We'll fig
Alana looked at her mother with a mixture of determination and sadness. Her eyes, though tired from the long hours of interrogation, held a fiery resolve. "I'm not crazy, Mother. I know what I'm doing. Calvin is special, and I won't let him slip away," she said firmly, her voice carrying a strength that belied her weary appearance.Beatrice shook her head, her face a mask of incredulity and frustration. "Alana, you're deluding yourself. It's time to move on," she insisted, her tone sharp. "He’s nothing but trouble. You know how he begged you for money when he was your husband? He’s nothing but a beggar! Just leave him alone. Still can't believe you turned down Kevin Lang for him! You are really out of your mind! You will find a decent man from a decent family."But Alana's resolve remained unshaken. She straightened her back, meeting her mother's gaze without flinching. "I can't, Mother. I won't. Calvin and I are meant to be together," she replied, her voice unwavering. "You don’t und
Alana and Beatrice arrived back at their luxurious mansion, the grandeur of the place contrasting sharply with the tension that clung to them. As they walked through the grand foyer, they were met by James, Alana's older brother, who was waiting for them with a stern expression."Finally, you're back," James said, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Alana. "What on earth were you thinking? This could ruin our company's reputation!"Alana met his glare with a defiant look. "I've taken care of everything, James. You don't need to worry about it. The police didn't find any evidence against me for sending those threats. I've even paid the fine for hiring someone to follow Calvin and Christina."James shook his head in disbelief. "This isn't about fines or evidence, Alana. It's about the fact that you're obsessed with a man who doesn't want you anymore. You need to snap out of this delusion. Calvin isn't coming back."Alana's eyes flashed with determination. "You're wrong, James. Calvin is
Her smile widened as she realized the potential power she held. She had always been resourceful, and now was the time to use every ounce of that cunning to her advantage. She picked up her phone and began making a list of people she could reach out to, her confidence growing with each name she added."Yes, this will work," she said to herself, her voice filled with conviction. "Calvin will see that I'm the one who can help him achieve his dreams. He'll have to see me in a different light."With a sense of renewed purpose, Alana set her plan into motion, calling her most influential contacts and arranging meetings. She knew it wouldn't be easy, but the thought of Calvin finally acknowledging her worth made every effort worthwhile.As she plotted and planned, her smile never faded. This was her chance to prove to Calvin—and to herself—that she was more than just a pretty face. She would be the key to his success, and he would have to recognize her for
Calvin finally left his room, feeling relieved to see Lizzie doing well. The soft morning light filtered through the trees, casting a serene glow over the small garden behind their house where Lizzie sat meditating. The gentle rustling of leaves and the chirping of birds added to the tranquility of the scene. Lizzie's calm demeanor and focused expression spoke volumes about her determination to harness her abilities."Hey, Lizzie," Calvin greeted softly, approaching her with a gentle smile to avoid disrupting her concentration.Lizzie slowly opened her eyes, her face lighting up with a warm smile at Calvin's presence. "Hey, Calvin. Are you heading out?"Calvin nodded, glancing around the tranquil garden. "Yeah, sorry to interrupt your meditation. I have an appointment with someone," he explained, trying to keep his tone light.Lizzie stood up gracefully, brushing off her knees and smoothing her clothes. "No worries, Calvin. I understand. Just remember to
Calvin entered his car with a mix of frustration and determination. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, trying to channel his emotions. His mind raced with thoughts of the recent encounter with Alana. The idea of returning to her was inconceivable; his pride and self-respect had been trampled too many times by her manipulations. He couldn't allow himself to fall into that trap again. The memory of her words, the look in her eyes, it all felt like a distant nightmare he couldn't escape.Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Calvin pulled out his phone and dialed Dr. Greene's number. He hoped this would at least be a productive step in reclaiming his life and career. The phone rang, each tone amplifying his anxiety."Hello?" Dr. Greene's voice answered, sounding distant and preoccupied."Dr. Greene, it's me, Calvin Hudson. I need to conduct the final observation for your recovery as we agreed," Calvin said, trying to keep his tone professional despite his lingering frustration. He k
Calvin stepped out of his office, the weight of recent disappointments heavy on his mind, as he began a leisurely stroll around the apartment tower he owned. The clinic he had fervently opened just a day ago now stood before him, its doors sealed and windows darkened—a stark symbol of thwarted hope. The morning sun cast long shadows across the courtyard, highlighting the emptiness that pervaded the once-promising medical facility.Lost in these melancholic thoughts, Calvin was startled by a soft voice that broke through his reverie. "Dr. Hudson," the voice called out gently. Turning, Calvin saw an elderly woman approaching, her face etched with lines of gratitude and sincerity. "Thank you for healing me that time. I don't understand why the government closed your clinic when you truly helped me," she said, her eyes searching his for answers.Calvin smiled warmly, touched by her words. "I'm grateful I could make a difference," he replied sincerely, hoping to allev
As night fell, Lizzie and Calvin were both ready for their evening out. Lizzie emerged from her room looking stunning in a deep emerald green dress that hugged her figure elegantly. The dress was adorned with delicate lace detailing along the neckline and sleeves, giving it a touch of sophistication. Her dark hair cascaded in loose waves down her back, and her hazel eyes were accentuated by a subtle application of makeup that brought out their natural beauty. She wore a pair of silver earrings that sparkled as they caught the light, and a matching bracelet adorned her wrist.Calvin, on the other hand, had opted for a classic black tuxedo that fit him perfectly. The crisp white shirt and black bow tie added a timeless elegance to his appearance. His hair was neatly styled, and he had a clean-shaven look that highlighted his strong jawline. As he adjusted the cufflinks on his sleeves, he couldn't help but smile at Lizzie's radiant appearance."You look absolutely beautif