Upon arriving at the rundown apartment he shared with Lizzie before he married Alana, Calvin immediately put his newfound abilities to use. He starts preparing to operate on Lizzie with whatever makeshift tools he could gather. The dimly lit room became his makeshift operating theater, the urgency of the situation lending him an almost frenetic energy. "Stay with me, Lizzie," Calvin murmured, his voice a mix of determination and desperation, as he carefully positioned himself beside his sister's unconscious form on the makeshift operating table. With trembling hands but a steely resolve, Calvin began the intricate procedure, every movement precise yet fueled by an urgency born of love and necessity. The sound of his rapid breaths filled the small space as he navigated the delicate task before him, guided by instincts honed by the system within the golden amulet. As he worked, Calvin discovered an innate ability to channel his energy into Lizzie's body, a lifeforce transfusion of so
Kevin, seated across from Calvin, gave a subtle nod to Lucy, who wasted no time in carrying out her brother's silent command. With a forceful motion, she thrust the large brown envelope onto the rickety table before Calvin, the action underscored by her haughty demeanor."Sign it," Lucy demanded, her voice laced with contempt as she stared down at Calvin.Calvin's stomach churned with dread as he watched the envelope land with a heavy thud. He knew all too well what it contained—a legal decree signaling the end of his marriage to Alana. Despite the weight of the situation, he refused to yield, his resolve firm and unyielding."I've already told you, I won't sign it," Calvin retorted, his voice steady but tinged with defiance.Kevin's lips twisted into a scornful sneer, his eyes narrowing in disdain at Calvin's refusal. "Stubborn as ever," he muttered derisively, his tone dripping with disdain.As the tension in the room escalated, Kevin's gaze shifted to the nearby bed where Lizzie la
Lucy's voice sliced through the tense atmosphere, each word dripping with contempt. "You're just a foolish, stubborn man," she declared, her tone laced with venom. "Your stubbornness will be the death of your own sister." Her eyes bore into Calvin, accusing him of a grave sin without remorse. "Why Mrs. Perry chose you as her husband, even if it was just a contract, is beyond comprehension."Calvin's fists clenched at his sides, his jaw tight with pent-up frustration. "That's enough, Lucy!" he bellowed, his voice echoing off the dingy walls of the apartment. His anger surged, a tempest raging within him as he struggled to contain his fury.In a swift and determined stride, Calvin approached the door, his movements fueled by righteous indignation. With a forceful push, he swung it open, his gaze burning with defiance as he prepared to expel Lucy and Kevin from his sanctuary.But as the door swung wide, a chilling presence halted Calvin in his tracks. Alana stood there, her posture regal
Calvin realized Alana's true nature and resolved to sever all connections with her. Despite rejecting her offer of money, he acknowledged her past assistance and chose not to seek revenge. Instead, Calvin opted for a path of indifference towards Alana and Kevin, deciding to ignore them if they didn't provoke him further. He saw no benefit in prolonging any animosity and aimed to move forward without dwelling on past grievances. As Calvin moved to check on Lizzie's condition, a sharp knock echoed through the room, drawing his attention back to the door. With a heavy sigh, he approached and swung it open, revealing the imposing figures of Beatrice Perry, Alana's mother and her cunning sister, Giana. Their entrance was marked by an air of entitlement, their presence commanding attention. “What do you want?” Calvin asked. He felt so tired of facing this kind of people that he cannot be nice anymore. Beatrice wasted no time in getting to the point, her voice laced with steel as she add
“Whoever you are, don’t interfere with our business. You are just a child, go to a playground or whatever!” Beatrice said.However, her reprimand was swiftly interrupted by the arrival of a striking figure—a tall, imposing man who strode into the room with an air of authority."You have no right to speak to my niece in such a manner," the man declared sternly, his voice brooking no argument."Leave this place at once," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. "You have overstepped your bounds."“You cannot make us leave!” Giana cried.“Bodyguards, you guys know what to do,” the girl said.The bodyguards walked toward Giana and her mother. Bob, their bodyguard, was also helpless.Enraged by the dismissal, Beatrice and Giana erupted in a flurry of protests.“Let us go! We can walk without your help!” Beatrice exclaimed.“Calvin, you will pay for this!” said Giana.“We will tell Alana about this! She and Kevin will surely avenge us!” Beatrice yelled again.However, Calvin
"Let's not delay any further. My grandfather's condition may worsen if we wait," Christina urged, her tone urgent as she glanced at the clock.Calvin hesitated, his brows furrowing with concern. "But what about Lizzie? She's still unconscious. I can't just leave her alone like this. She'll be bewildered when she wakes up," he expressed, his worry palpable in his voice.Christina nodded understandingly. "We'll call in the best nurses to look after her while we're away. And you can leave a note to reassure her," she suggested, her voice laced with reassurance.Terrance chimed in, his tone confident. "Absolutely. We'll ensure she receives the best care possible," he affirmed, his assurance aimed at easing Calvin's concerns.After a moment of contemplation, Calvin reluctantly agreed. "Alright, but please make sure we can trust the nurses," he requested, his tone cautious."I'll personally vet them," Terrance assured him, his tone resolute.Soon after, a team of nurses arrived at the apart
As Louis Johnson stepped into the room, his presence seemed to add another layer of tension to the already charged atmosphere. His resemblance to Terrance was striking, underscoring their likely familial connection. His furrowed brow and concerned tone suggested he was trying to make sense of the scene unfolding before him."What's happening here?" he inquired, his voice tinged with genuine concern as his eyes swept across the room, taking in the unexpected sight. "And why is there an unfamiliar individual in Father's room?"Nancy wasted no time in offering her perspective, her voice dripping with disdain as she addressed her father. "Father, Christina has brought this dubious individual here, claiming he can heal Grandfather," she explained, her skepticism palpable in her tone. "But Grandfather isn't sick; he's merely fatigued from the trials of old age."Christina, undeterred by Nancy's skepticism, immediately jumped in to defend her position. Her voice resonated with conviction as
Daniel Johnson immediately expressed his gratitude towards Calvin.“I’ve been searching for you… for a long time…” he said.However, Nancy interjected hastily, attempting to dissuade her grandfather from placing his trust in Calvin. "Grandfather, don't be fooled by this man. How could the grandson of Bacca's greatest healer be so unkempt and impoverished? He must be a fraud," she insisted vehemently, her tone dripping with disdain as she gestured towards Calvin's disheveled appearance.Calvin, unperturbed by Nancy’s accusations, glanced at Nancy inadvertently, his diagnostic instincts kicking in. After a brief moment of observation, he spoke up, catching Nancy off guard. "You're also afflicted with an ailment," he stated matter-of-factly.Nancy immediately scoffed at Calvin's assertion, brushing it off as nonsense. "Here we go again with your nonsense," she retorted, her tone laced with contempt. "I feel perfectly fine, which proves you're nothing but a charlatan."Undeterred, Calvin