Calvin managed to return home without encountering any of Han Xin's spies. He speculated that perhaps the spies had given up and returned to their homeland. However, as soon as he stepped inside his house, Calvin's sense of relief was shattered. He was greeted by a shocking sight: Lizzie was lying unconscious in the living room, blood trickling from her nose."Lizzie!" Calvin's voice cracked as he rushed to her side. Panic surged through him, but his training and instincts took over. He gently lifted Lizzie's head and checked her pulse. It was faint but present. His eyes quickly scanned her for other signs, and he began diagnosing her condition.Lizzie’s skin was pale, and her breathing was shallow. Calvin noted that her pupils were unevenly dilated, and there was a slight tremor in her hands. The symptoms pointed to a possible acute intracranial hemorrhage—likely a ruptured blood vessel in the brain causing a sudden loss of consciousness and nosebleed. Calvin knew that he had to act
Calvin felt a cold chill run down his spine, a palpable sense of dread settling in his bones. Despite this, he kept his expression steady for Lizzie’s sake, maintaining a facade of calm. “We’ll figure this out,” he said firmly, his voice carrying a reassuring weight. “I’ll look into the pendant and see if I can uncover anything. For now, you need to rest and recover. We’ll face whatever comes together, okay?”Lizzie nodded, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. She wiped one away with the back of her hand, her voice small and trembling. “Okay. Just promise me you’ll be careful.”“I promise,” Calvin said, his voice softening but remaining resolute. He reached out and gently squeezed her hand, his eyes locked onto hers. “I’ll be careful, and I’ll protect you. Now, rest. I’ll be right here.”Lizzie gave a small nod, her eyelids heavy with exhaustion. As she closed her eyes, her body seemed to sink deeper into the couch, the day's strain evident on her pale face. Calvin stood up slowly,
As Calvin continued to examine the miniature sculpture, his concentration was abruptly interrupted by a sound he hadn’t heard in ages—a chime that carried an almost nostalgic resonance. The gentle yet distinct tone seemed to echo from somewhere deep within his memory, stirring a mixture of curiosity and excitement.Ding!The sound was quickly followed by a voice that seemed to emanate from within his own mind, clear and authoritative. The voice was one Calvin recognized instantly, even though he hadn't heard it in a long time.[User Calvin Hudson, you have comprehended that the true system has been designed to integrate with you. You have realized your true power, and this has caused the power and system of your ancestral amulet to merge with your being. Congratulations! You have earned 5 points which can be used for cultivation or unlocking advanced medical knowledge.]Calvin's eyes widened in astonishment as the message unfurled in his consciousness. His heart raced with a mix of th
The scene abruptly changed again, and Calvin was now in an opulent, grand hall filled with golden light. The room was filled with luxurious furniture and priceless artifacts, yet it felt cold and unwelcoming. The walls were lined with portraits of unfamiliar faces—each one staring at him with expressions of judgment and disdain. Calvin approached a grand mirror at the far end of the hall, its surface reflecting not his own image but a series of rapidly changing, disjointed scenes—visions of battles, medical operations, and fragmented memories of his past. The mirror seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy, and Calvin felt compelled to touch it. As he reached out, the mirror’s surface rippled and transformed into a swirling vortex.In the vortex, Calvin saw flashes of strange symbols and arcane sigils—symbols that seemed to shift and change with every blink. A sense of urgency gripped him, and he tried to make sense of the symbols, but they eluded him, fading away before he could g
As the door closed behind Beatrice, a heavy silence settled in the room. Alana turned to James, her eyes blazing with determination. “James, no matter what Mother says, no one can stop me from marrying Calvin. Not now, not ever.”James leaned back in his chair, exhaustion evident in his features. He let out a weary sigh, his voice tinged with resignation. “I don’t care anymore, Alana. If marrying Calvin is what you want, then so be it. My only priority now is my health. Calvin has to cure me, that’s all that matters.”Alana’s eyes narrowed, frustration bubbling to the surface. “You’re being selfish, James. After everything Calvin has done for you, the least you could do is support us. He saved your life, for God’s sake!”James rubbed his temples, feeling the weight of the conversation pressing down on him. “You can call it whatever you want, Alana. I’m not going to stand in your way anymore, but I’m also not going to cheer you on. My focus is on getting better, and that’s it.”Alana c
Night had fallen, and Calvin stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his tie with a look of resignation on his face. The room was dimly lit, casting shadows that danced across the walls, mirroring the turmoil in his mind. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the evening ahead. As he reached for his coat, the door creaked open, and Lizzie entered the room, her expression filled with concern."Calvin, what's wrong?" she asked softly, noticing the tension in his posture and the reluctant glint in his eyes.Calvin sighed and turned to face her, his shoulders slumping slightly. "I have to face the consequences of my decision," he said quietly. "I’m meeting Alana tonight to discuss our wedding plans."Lizzie's eyes widened with disapproval, her brows knitting together. "I don’t like the idea of you marrying Alana again, especially after what she did to you," she said, her voice tinged with worry. "But I know I can’t force you to change your mind."Calvin gave her a small, reassuring
Calvin and Alana went to the restaurant, and anxiety began to creep into Calvin's mind. It had been several days since he had seen Han Xin's men, and this tranquility made him uneasy. It felt too quiet, like the calm before the storm. However, he had too many issues to deal with, leaving him no time to dwell on this. Just thinking about his wedding with Alana was enough to give him a headache.They arrived at La Belle Époque, a restaurant with a romantic and elegant atmosphere. The restaurant was situated by the river, offering beautiful views through large floor-to-ceiling windows. Crystal chandeliers hung low, casting a soft glow that created a warm and intimate ambiance. The tables were neatly arranged, covered with pristine white tablecloths, and adorned with flickering candles. The soft hum of classical music added to the enchanting vibe, creating a perfect setting for an intimate dinner.Alana and Calvin were guided to their table in the corner of the room, giving them a bit of
After Kevin left, Alana tried to calm Calvin down. Her voice was firm as she said, "Kevin doesn’t matter. Don't listen to him."Calvin sighed, his frustration evident. "It’s natural for Kevin to be hurt. It feels like you’re playing with both of us. When you were my wife, you had an affair with Kevin. Now you want to come back to me."Alana's face tightened with a mix of guilt and frustration. "Calvin, can we stop dredging up the past? I made mistakes, yes, but I won’t repeat them. I’ve learned from them, and I’m committed to making things right between us."Calvin looked at her, his expression conflicted. "It’s hard to just forget everything, Alana. Trust isn’t something that can be easily restored."Alana reached across the table, taking his hand in hers. "I understand, Calvin. And I’m willing to do whatever it takes to rebuild that trust. I want us to have a future together, a better one."Calvin stared at their intertwined hands, feeling the weight of their complicated history. He