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The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Fifty
Damien barely acknowledged him. His focus was solely on the frail woman lying before him. Her breathing was faint, erratic, her body cold and lifeless. The skin on her forehead had taken on an unnatural pallor, veins faintly visible beneath the surface, pulsing with something dark and sickly.Then, without hesitation—he pressed the blade to her forehead.At that moment a collective gasp filled the air.The blade sank into her skin, a clean, precise cut, just above her brows. Thick, dark blood oozed out, far darker than normal, almost inky in shade. A foul, iron-like scent filled the space, thick and suffocating.“What the hell—” someone muttered, their voice shaking.The Mayor staggered back, his eyes widening in horror.“This… this isn't normal blood,” another relative whispered, fear lacing their voice.Immediately Dr. Maxwell’s smirk faltered, the arrogance in his eyes dimming as he stared at the unnatural substance flowing from the wound.Again Damien moved with precise efficiency
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Fifty One
A few of them lowered their gazes, hesitant.But Damien? Damien didn’t flinch.Instead, he smirked—a quiet, knowing smirk that made Maxwell’s stomach twist with unease.“You’re nervous,” Damien said calmly, his voice almost amused.Maxwell’s expression darkened. “What?”“You’re trying too hard to convince them. You’re scared because you know what’s about to happen.”At that moment the room held its breath as a sharp, rhythmic beeping from the monitor filled the room, each sound piercing through the thick air like a warning siren.A wave of panic crashed over the Mayor’s family. Their once skeptical faces twisted with fear as they saw the lines on the machine fluctuate erratically.“She’s going into cardiac arrest!” someone screamed.The chaos erupted almost instantly.One of the nurses with Dr Maxwell earlier rushed forward, instinctively reaching for an oxygen mask, while another tried to check for a pulse.The Mayor, his hands trembling, couldn’t breathe properly. He watched as his
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Fifty Two
At that moment the room buzzed with excitement, but the Mayor stood frozen, his eyes locked on his mother as if he was afraid to believe what he was seeing.“Mother… are you really okay?” His voice wavered, thick with emotion.The Mayor’s mother turned to him, her eyes warm and reassuring.“My son,” she whispered, her voice steady, filled with a strength that hadn’t been there in years.She reached out, and before he could process it, she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a firm, comforting embrace.At that moment tears welled up in the Mayor’s eyes as he buried his face in her shoulder, his grip on her tightening.“You're strong again… You’re really strong again…” he murmured, his voice breaking.Then the rest of the family watched in silence, their expressions a mixture of relief and disbelief.At that moment Some of them, the ones who had mocked Damien the loudest, now looked down in shame.They had been so certain—so sure that he was nothing but a fraud. But now, there
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Fifty Three
At that moment The weight of the moment settled like a heavy cloud over the room. Dr. Maxwell was on his knees, his head bowed low, his hands clenched together in desperation he didn't want to lose everything. His once-proud demeanor was nowhere to be found. His lips trembled as he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.“Dr.Damien… please… I beg you,” he stammered, his throat dry, his pride shattered into pieces. “I—I was wrong… I should never have doubted you. Please forgive me.”Damien stood tall, his expression unreadable. His dark eyes bore into Maxwell with an unsettling calmness. He didn’t move, didn’t blink. He simply let the words sink in, let Maxwell feel the weight of his own disgrace.The mayor, still overwhelmed by the miracle he had just witnessed, turned to Maxwell with disgust. His voice was sharp, cutting through the tension like a blade.“Forgive you?” the mayor scoffed. “If we had listened to you to this point, my mother would be dead by now! You stood here, parad
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Fifty Four
Then the general's voice carried authority as he signaled his men. “Take him away,”he ordered, nodding toward Dr. Maxwell. “I have unfinished business with him, but that can wait. Lock him up where I can find him later.”Maxwell barely had the strength to resist. His body sagged as the General guards grabbed him, his pleas turning to broken sobs.“Please... I'm sorry... I have a family... please…” His voice trailed off as he was dragged from the room, his words swallowed by the silence that followed.At that moment the mayor turned his attention back to Damien, a mixture of shame and gratitude on his face. “I owe you an apology... and my mother’s life,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.“Had I listened to that fraud, she wouldn’t be breathing right now. I was blinded by my own doubts, but you—“ He exhaled, shaking his head. “You did what no one else could.”However Damien didn’t react, his expression unreadable. He wasn’t here for their praise, and he certainly didn’t need
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Fifty Five
Valentina's shoulders were tense, her fingers nervously clutching at the hem of her dress as she listened to Damien. He stood with his hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable, but there was something sharp in his gaze—something that told her he hadn’t entirely forgiven her just yet.At that moment She swallowed hard. “I… I know I was wrong,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I should have just kept quiet. I shouldn’t have—”Damien cut her off with a sigh. “You didn’t just doubt me, Valentina. You attacked me. You called me a fraud, stood by while your family humiliated me, and let Dr. Maxwell run his mouth like he knew better.” His eyes darkened slightly. “You were ready to let me get thrown out, maybe even locked up, all to protect your pride.”At that moment Valentina clenched her jaw, hating the truth in his words. “I didn’t know what else to do. If I admitted what was happening, they would have found out. Everyone would have known. My career, my future…
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Fifty Six
Jefferson leaned back against the leather seat, watching his phone with sharp eyes as he processed the information. He could see the gears turning in her mind, the amusement curling at the corner of her lips.“This is perfect,” Megan murmured, her voice laced with satisfaction. She tapped a manicured nail against the glass in her hand. "If anyone can rip Damien apart without leaving a trace, it's Winston.”Jefferson smirked. "That’s exactly what I thought when I heard it. Winston hates Demian already. But if we help him out by giving him something to use in any way? He won’t just hate him—he’ll make sure he disappears.”Megan chuckled, crossing her legs as she leaned forward. “And we both know Winston family doesn't forgive. If Damien has crossed paths with Winston, then it’s only a matter of time before his father gets involved too.”At that moment Jefferson nodded, a slow, knowing grin spreading across his face.“Exactly. And the best part? We don’t even have to do anything. Just a
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Fifty Seven
At that moment Winston's grip on his phone tightened as Victoria’s words about her friend echoed in his ears. His jaw clenched, his expression darkening. “That bastard…” he muttered under his breath, his voice laced with fury. He could already picture Jessica, standing before her family, blindly defending Damien. It made his blood boil. How could she be so easily manipulated?“He’s got her wrapped around his finger,” Victoria continued, frustration evident in her tone. “And now she’s trying to make everyone believe that he saved her. It’s pathetic.”At that moment Winston exhaled sharply, shaking his head. He wanted to say something, to tell Victoria that things weren’t as simple as they seemed, that he was the one that actually use Jessica but it didn't work.but he held back. His mind raced, trying to figure out how best to navigate this mess without exposing himself, but since Jessica hadn't mentioned his name he took would keep quiet.Victoria, unaware of Winston’s inner turmoil
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Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy Five
At that moment London brother s suddenly let go of his leg, allowing him to regain his balance. Then he stepped backward, calm and composed, as if the attack had been nothing but a warm-up stretch.London’s brother landed on his feet smoothly. He straightened up slowly, rotating his ankle as he gave Damien a hard stare. His jaw clenched, but then a smirk broke through his rigid expression.“Well… not bad,” he muttered, his voice laced with restrained anger. “I’m quite impressed.”His eyes narrowed, not in admiration—but calculation.“You dodged my attack,” he continued, voice sharper now, “and you even caught it… cleanly. You didn’t flinch. That says a lot.”He stepped in a slow circle, boots crunching over broken crate pieces.“You’re not from here, are you?” he asked coldly. “No. I see that now. No one from this city—not even the top brass—moves like that.”He stopped pacing and tilted his head.“I know every single person that can do what you just did. Every single one of them.”
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy Four
The moment the man’s head bounced on the concrete floor—once, twice, and then a third time—an eerie silence gripped the warehouse. The blood smeared across the floor painted a scene so still and tense, they could almost hear the cold metal in the air.However London’s brother didn’t flinch, not visibly. But his sharp eyes caught every detail. The precision, the speed, the utter lack of wasted motion.At that moment his eyebrow lifted subtly.“That can’t be…” he thought, his fingers slowly curling into a fist by his side. “That’s the Twin Blade Technique.”He had seen it only a few people do it during his training in the Special Division. It wasn’t a move just anyone could pull off. It was a martial arts technique hidden within the high-ranking military, one that fused shadow movement and speed so flawlessly, it made the user seem like they hadn’t moved at all. But in truth, they’d already attacked and returned to their original position before the victim even blinked.Only a handful
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy Three
At that moment the call rang once…Twice…Three times.Sophia could barely face the phone, her swollen fingers trembling as the pain throbbed up her arms. Just when she thought she would pass out from panic, the line clicked.“Hello?” Damien’s voice came through, steady and calm, but layered with confusion. “Sophia? I just got to the house. You’re not here—what happened?”Tears poured down her cheeks instantly.“I’m sorry…” she sobbed. “I didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry…”Damien’s tone shifted. He straightened up slightly, brows drawing in. “What? Wait—what’s going on? Is it because you left the house? That’s why you’re crying like this? Are you hurt or something?”She whimpered, her voice breaking between every word. “Yes… I’m hurt… I couldn’t hold on… Damien, I—”Something about her tone didn’t sit right with him. Her words were strange, broken… too much like someone who was trying to say more than they could.Then suddenly, another voice came on the line.A deeper one, Cold, void of
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy Two
The sound of the chair scraping back was subtle, yet everyone in the room fell quiet the moment London’s brother stood to his feet.At that moment the man who had been torturing Sophia immediately lowered his head and stepped aside like a shadow retreating from light. He didn’t need to be told twice—his presence was no longer needed.Then London’s brother spoke, his voice calm, low, but heavy with authority.“I don’t have all day,” he said, coldly. “This has taken too long already.”His tone wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. Every word settled into the walls of the warehouse like the creak of metal under pressure. Final, Sure, Dangerous. Then he began walking—each step measured, firm, quiet.Sophia, barely conscious, stirred.She could hear the faint thud of his boots getting closer.Then she blinked slowly.Her eyes, puffy and red, tried to focus through the haze. Her vision was blurred from pain, from tears, from exhaustion. Her body trembled. Her hands throbbed in sharp waves, p
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy One
His fingers grazed the edge of a tool inside the briefcase, and he glanced at her one last time.“Then we’ll force the truth out of you. And by the time we’re done… you won’t even know what hit you.”At that moment the man opened the lower compartment of the metal briefcase and lifted out a small steel object—something that looked like a miniature armor casing. The sharp metallic gleam bounced off the dim light above, and for a moment, Sophia couldn’t even breathe.She watched in horror as he unsnapped the second layer. Inside, a thin row of glinting needles lay in order—longer than average, yet delicate enough to sink beneath the skin without leaving an immediate trace. He picked one, held it between his fingers, and ran it gently across his thumb as if testing its sharpness.Sophia flinched hard against the chair, but the ropes on her wrists only dug deeper into her skin. Her ankles burned with pressure. Her entire body shook, helpless and bound. There was nowhere to run. Nowhere to
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy
At that moment Sophia's throat felt dry, her lips trembling with fear, anger, and helplessness. She couldn’t even blink without tears threatening to fall. Her thoughts ran wild, crashing into each other like waves in a storm.‘If I say anything... if I mention Damien…’Her heart clenched painfully. ‘Everything I’ve been planning, all the little steps I’ve taken to get close to him—just to be the woman standing beside him—will never work out. If I ever betray him like this… even once… it's over.’At that moment she bit her lip hard.‘Damien will never look at me the same way. He'll never trust me. He’ll never forgive me. And if he doesn’t trust me, how am I supposed to mean anything to him?’Her gaze dropped to the cold concrete floor, then slowly back to the man still staring at her with lifeless eyes. He was waiting. Pressuring. Ready to pounce if she spoke the wrong word.Her mind kept racing. Even if I stay quiet… even if Damien does show up… this isn’t just street-level thugs anym
Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty Nine
Hearing what the man just said Sophia’s entire body froze.Her breath caught halfway in her throat as her eyes darted across the room. Her lips quivered, the cold ropes digging into her skin as her wrists trembled against the wooden chair. Fear seeped into her bones like ice water—she didn’t know what they wanted, or why this was happening.The man stood before her, shadowed under the flickering warehouse light. His expression didn’t change. Just cold eyes. Cold lips. Cold silence.Then came the voice—low and sharp like a knife slicing through paper.“You know London, right?”Upon hearing the name, immediately her heart slammed against her chest.Sophia’s head jolted up. “London?” she repeated, her voice a whisper of disbelief.Then, suddenly—everything clicked.Her voice turned sharp, but shaky. “So… London is behind all this?” she asked, blinking fast. “What is going on? What did I do to him? I told him—I told him I didn’t want anything to do with him! I made it clear!”She was brea
Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty Eight
At that moment the cold air clung to Sophia’s skin, biting at her like invisible thorns. The rough ropes cut into her wrists, but she barely noticed.Because now, the realization hit her, She was in a warehouse.Then her lips parted, dry, trembling as her eyes blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the light above. Her head ached, her body stiff, but her instinct screamed louder than the pain. She was in danger.At that moment She turned her head slowly, carefully, scanning the space around her, and then—her eyes landed on him.A figure. Seated across the room. His posture relaxed, but everything about him screamed threat. One leg crossed casually over the other, his hands resting on the armrest of the chair like a king surveying his prisoner.His gaze was locked on her.It was Cold, Piercing, Deadly.At that moment Sophia froze.Her breath caught in her throat as her vision gradually sharpened, the fog in her eyes slowly lifting… inch by inch… until the man’s face came into focus.And
Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty Seven
Seeing what just happened.“Master George!” Serenity cried, rushing to her grandfather’s side. “Please check him! Something’s wrong!”Master George, who had been frozen in place from everything that had just transpired, jolted back to awareness. He quickly moved over, his face pale with urgency as he knelt beside the old man.“Step aside,” he muttered, pulling out a small diagnostic kit from his bag as he began checking the old man’s pulse. His fingers pressed gently against the wrinkled skin at the wrist, then to the side of the neck. His brows furrowed.Serenity hovered beside them, wringing her hands anxiously. “Is he alright? Is he okay? What’s happening? Why did he collapse like that?!”Master George looked up after a moment and let out a slow breath. “He didn’t faint,” he said carefully. “His vitals are normal. He’s just… he’s just in shock, Serenity. The kind of emotional shock that drains the body completely. He needs to rest.”Serenity blinked in disbelief. “Shock?” she whis
