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Minutes passed, though it felt like hours. Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, the sores on James's skin began to shrink and fade. The pallor of his skin started to improve, and his breathing grew a bit stronger, more even. Miranda let out a small gasp, her hands flying to her mouth in astonishment."It's working," she whispered, tears streaming down her face. "Oh my God, it's working!"Calvin didn't respond, his focus entirely on James. He continued to channel his energy, willing the man's body to heal, to fight off the illness that had ravaged it. Gradually, the foul odor began to dissipate, replaced by the faint, fresh scent of healing.Finally, Calvin withdrew his hands, opening his eyes to survey his work. James looked markedly better, though still weak and in need of rest. Calvin turned to Miranda, who was now openly weeping with relief."He's not out of the woods yet," Calvin cautioned, his voice gentle. "But he's much better than he was. He needs rest and care, but I believ
Calvin walked briskly towards his car, his mind still buzzing with the recent revelations and the encounter with Miranda Dew. The air was fresh from a recent rain, the sidewalk slick and reflective. As he reached his vehicle, a sudden commotion caught his attention—a woman, teetering precariously on the slippery pavement.Without thinking, Calvin rushed forward, catching her just as she was about to fall. "Careful," he said, his grip firm as he steadied her. "The sidewalk is—"He stopped mid-sentence as the woman lifted her head, her wide-brimmed hat falling back slightly to reveal her face. It was Alana."Calvin," she said, her voice a mix of surprise and something else he couldn't quite place. "What a coincidence. Though, I don't believe in coincidences."Calvin's expression hardened, a mixture of surprise and suspicion flickering in his eyes. "If you're alright, I'll be on my way," he replied coldly, gently releasing her.As he turned to leave, Alana reached out and grabbed his arm
As Calvin turned to leave, he felt Alana's eyes boring into his back, a mixture of suspicion and jealousy swirling in their depths. He braced himself for her next words, knowing that their encounter was far from over."You seem to have had an enjoyable night last night," Alana said, her voice laced with a hint of bitterness. "Was it with Christina?"Calvin stopped in his tracks, his jaw tightening at the accusation in her tone. "My personal life is none of your concern, Alana," he replied evenly, refusing to give her the satisfaction of a detailed response.With that, he resumed his departure, his steps purposeful and resolute. But before he could reach the door, Alana intercepted him, her expression suddenly earnest."Wait, Calvin," she said, her voice softer now, lacking the edge from before.Calvin turned to face her, his patience wearing thin. "What now, Alana?" he asked, his tone tinged with frustration.Alana took a deep breath, her gaze searching his face for any sign of relent
The next afternoon, Calvin sat alone in his room, the soft glow of the setting sun filtering through the curtains. The room was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves outside his window. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he focused on the task at hand. Activating his system, he began the process of enhancing his cultivation abilities.The familiar sensation of energy flowing through his body intensified, a powerful vibration resonating deep within him. Calvin concentrated, guiding the energy with practiced precision, feeling it surge through his veins and envelop his entire being. The room seemed to hum with an almost tangible force, the air thick with potential.Ding![Congratulations! You have mastered a new level of cultivation skills.]After several moments of intense focus, Calvin felt a sudden surge, a breakthrough. He opened his eyes, and the world around him appeared sharper, more defined. He raised his hand, testing his newfound abilities. With a mere though
Calvin stood up, surveying his wardrobe for the perfect suit to wear to the grand opening. He selected a sleek, tailored dark blue suit that exuded both sophistication and subtle authority. After carefully dressing, he adjusted his tie, ensuring that every detail was impeccable. The reflection staring back at him in the mirror was one of determination and resolve.Despite his outward composure, Calvin felt a knot of reluctance tightening in his stomach. He had little desire to attend the event, but he had another, more pressing reason to be there—a purpose that transcended mere social obligations. Tonight, he needed to uncover certain truths and leverage his newly enhanced abilities.Moments later, fully prepared, Calvin grabbed his car keys from the dresser. As he exited his room, Lizzie was waiting in the hallway, her eyes filled with concern."Calvin," she said softly, "are you sure you don't want me to come with you? I can help, or at least keep you company."Calvin gave her a rea
Suddenly, a commanding voice cut through the hum of conversation. "Alana! I heard from Mother that you invited this man. Have you lost your mind?"Calvin turned to see James Perry, Alana's older brother, striding towards them. His face was flushed with anger, his eyes flashing with contempt. "Calvin is nothing but a beggar, even if he's dressed well now. Maybe he's found another woman to take advantage of. Oh, I heard it's Christina Johnson, isn't it? Calvin is very good at finding wealthy women."Calvin's jaw tightened, and he stepped forward, his voice calm but firm. "James, don't speak so recklessly."James sneered, looking Calvin up and down with disdain. "Why? Afraid the truth will come out? You don't belong here, Calvin. You never did."Alana stepped between them, her voice strained with frustration. "James, stop it. I invited Calvin because he deserves to be here. This is a celebration, not a place for petty insults."James raised an eyebrow, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Wo
As they walked through the grand, elegantly decorated hall, Alana glanced at Calvin, her expression apologetic. The ambient light from the chandeliers cast a soft glow on her face, highlighting the worry lines etched on her forehead. "I'm really sorry about that. You already know how they are," she said, her voice tinged with regret.Calvin gave her a reassuring smile, though his eyes held a hint of old pain. "They are just like you, before our divorce."Alana winced slightly, her eyes reflecting a mix of guilt and sorrow. "Calvin…"“I’m just saying,” Calvin replied, his tone gentle but firm. He didn’t want to reopen old wounds, but the truth was unavoidable.They continued walking and soon reached a group of well-dressed individuals, their attire reflecting the opulence of the event. The group was engrossed in an animated discussion about the latest advancements in pharmaceuticals. The air was filled with a sense of importance and innovation, and the attendees’ conversations were pun
Alana's sigh seemed to echo through the room, the weight of her disappointment almost tangible in the air. "So, you're really not willing to forgive me, Calvin?"Calvin's jaw clenched, his eyes hardening with resolve. "I'm tired of these questions, Alana. You've been a part of my past, and that's where you'll stay. Seeking forgiveness or offering it—it's all irrelevant now. I want to retrieve my belongings and move on. That's all I want from you, Alana."Alana's shoulders slumped, her heart sinking with each word from Calvin's lips. She had held onto a sliver of hope that perhaps Calvin's presence here might signify a chance at reconciliation, but his words shattered that hope like fragile glass.Feeling a pang of remorse at the pain he could see in Alana's eyes, Calvin softened slightly. "Could you please just show me where my belongings are? That's all I'm asking."Alana nodded silently, her gaze fixed on the floor as if unable to meet Calvin's eyes. "Fine, after the opening ceremon