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The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Eight
Hearing Serenity threat Damien leaned back slightly, his tone measured and deliberate. “Well,” he began, “that depends on how you want to see it, Serenity.” His calm demeanor only seemed to amplify the tension in the room. He could feel Serenity’s fiery gaze locked onto him, her anger simmering just beneath the surface.Then he straightened up, meeting her eyes. “But let’s not waste anyone’s time here,” he said firmly. “You might have forgotten about the herbs I used for your grandfather, or perhaps you still remember, don't you?”However Serenity didn’t respond. She didn’t nod or show any outward acknowledgment. Her arms remained tightly crossed, her expression hard and unreadable. Yet, she didn’t interrupt him, a sign that despite her anger, she was willing to let him finish, whatever he was going to ask then she will decide if she's going to lock him up or not.“I need two more herbs,” Damien continued, his voice steady. “Without them, I won’t be able to fully treat him.”At th
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Nine
At that moment Serenity stared at the glowing screen of her phone, debating whether to answer. The name “Elvis” blinked at her insistently. Taking a deep breath, she swiped to pick up. “Hello?” she said, her voice steady, masking the turmoil from her earlier conversation with Damien.“Serenity,” Elvis’s familiar voice came through, calm and warm. “I just wanted to check on you, see how you’re holding up.”Hearing what Elvis just said.Her fingers tightened slightly around the phone. Elvis’s concern was always genuine, yet it carried an undertone of something unspoken. “I’m fine,” she replied, keeping her tone light but brisk. “Thanks for asking.”At that moment there was a brief pause, and Serenity took that moment to gather her thoughts. The earlier discussion with Damien still lingered in her mind, but now wasn’t the time to let that cloud her judgment. Clearing her throat, she decided to broach the topic that had been weighing on her since her conversation with Master George.
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Ten
Damien reclined on the couch, his thoughts scattered as Sophia’s voice filled the line. She explained that her grandfather had specifically asked to meet Damien, to thank him properly for saving his life. Damien exhaled quietly even after decline, the weight of the request pressing on him. He didn’t like these formalities—gratitude wrapped in grand gestures and public displays. The last time, at the party her family had organized, it had been the same. They’d celebrated her grandfather’s recovery with extravagant speeches and overly polished smiles, but somehow, Damien was almost disgraced.Sophia’s voice softened, almost pleading. “He feels terrible, Damien. That night at the party… things got chaotic, and he didn’t get the chance to properly thank you. This is important to him—and to us.”But Damien wasn’t swayed. The memory of that party lingered in his mind like a bitter aftertaste. He had been invited, yes, but treated as an afterthought—a name barely mentioned, a figure stand
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Eleven
Damien leaned back in his chair, his tone laced with reluctant acceptance. “Alright, Sophia. I’ll think about it.”Sophia, not one to let her guard down, immediately followed up. “Don’t just think about it, Damien. You need to let me know soon. The dinner is tomorrow evening, and my grandfather is really looking forward to seeing you.”At that moment Damien exhaled deeply, his reluctance obvious. “Fine. Don’t worry. I’ll think about it and give you an answer soon. But don’t expect miracles.”However Sophia, sensing she had gotten as much commitment as she was going to get from Damien, let out a small sigh of relief. “Thank you. Just… don’t forget, okay?”At that moment the call ended, and Damien tossed his phone onto the desk, rubbing the back of his neck. He didn’t like being cornered into decisions, and this was no exception. Yet, a part of him knew he wouldn’t simply dismiss the request outright, Sophia had been so kind to him. With a grunt, he pushed the thought aside, deciding
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Twelve
At that moment Damien's fingers hovered over the steering wheel as his phone buzzed incessantly, the familiar number flashing on the screen. Immediately He clenched his jaw, his mind racing back to the unpleasant memories tied to that name—London. Their first encounter at the restaurant had left a bitter taste in Damien’s mouth, followed by that late-night call filled with hollow threats over Sophia. He had no patience for this man, no desire to hear whatever excuse or venom he wanted to spit this time.However The phone continued ringing, loud and persistent. Damien stared at it, his lips pressed into a thin line. ‘Not now. Not ever,’ he thought. With a deliberate motion, he reached over and silenced the call. The buzzing ceased, and the car fell into silence once more, save for the low hum of the engine.Then he exhaled deeply, gripping the wheel tighter as he focused back on the road. But his resolve was tested again when the phone lit up for the second time, the same number gla
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Thirteen
At that moment Damien paused, his curiosity piqued despite himself. “Yes, I’m looking for that herb,” he admitted cautiously. “Why are you calling me about it, London? What’s your angle?”Immediately London’s voice came through the line with an air of confidence, almost as if he had been waiting for this question. “What if I told you I could help you get it? Not just eventually, but immediately,” he said, his tone laced with an undercurrent calmness.At that moment Damien’s eyebrows furrowed. The proposal caught him off guard. It had taken Serenity, with all her connections, some effort to acquire the herb, and she had only managed to secure it because of her family’s reputation. The idea that London, of all people, could deliver it so effortlessly seemed far-fetched. Still, Damien couldn’t dismiss the possibility entirely. What is he playing at? Damien thought. How could he have access to such a rare herb?Though Damien no longer desperately needed the herb—thanks to Serenity—his mi
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Fourteen
Damien leaned forward, his gaze locked on London as the soft hum of the restaurant buzzed around them. His patience was wearing thin, but his curiosity outweighed his irritation. “Alright, London,” he said firmly, “I’ll ask again. What do you want in exchange for the herbs?”At that moment He braced himself, fully expecting London to demand something petty or vindictive—most likely related to Sophia. Probably wants me to stay away from her, Damien thought. It would be typical of London, a man driven by his insecurities and possessiveness.To Damien’s surprise, London leaned back in his chair, an amused smile creeping across his face. “Nothing,” he said casually, swirling the wine in his glass. “I don’t want anything.”Damien froze, his eyebrows shooting up in disbelief. “You don’t want anything?” he repeated, his tone skeptical. “You’re just willing to hand over the herbs, just like that? Without asking for anything in return?”At that moment London chuckled, clearly enjoying Damien
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Fifteen
Then Damien Seated again.Since Landon wants to talk big he's going to give him a piece of that also.Damien leaned back in his chair, his expression blank as he listened to London’s proposition. The air in the VIP lounge seemed to grow heavier with each word that left London’s mouth, the arrogance practically dripping from his tone.“Look, Damien,” London began, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the edge of the table. “I called you here because I’m a reasonable man. I want to offer you a deal—a clean deal, no strings attached. Name your price.” He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. “Whatever it is, I’ll pay it. Just walk away from Sophia. I don’t want to see you anywhere near her. No calls, no meetings, nothing. Leave her life entirely, and we’ll both go on our merry way.”At that moment Damien’s lips twitched, a flicker of amusement flashing in his eyes. He couldn’t hold it in any longer. A chuckle escaped him, growing into a full-blown laugh that echoed around the room. Then h
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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
Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty Six
Upon hearing what Serenity grandfather just said, Damien nodded and immediately Serenity grandfather weak cheek raised almost covering his eyes.Serenity’s grandfather was still grinning, a youthful spark in his eyes, when he turned toward his granddaughter. “Serenity,” he said with pride, “is this is your husband? Your betrothed?”His voice echoed with warmth, but there was also command in it—the tone of a man used to being obeyed. “And tell me why is he standing like a guest? What kind of wife doesn’t offer her husband a seat? Do you know who he is?”At that moment Serenity’s breath caught. She didn’t dare lift her gaze toward Damien.Her grandfather chuckled softly. “Ah, you think because you’re a war goddess, everything must bow to your military shoes, eh? But when it comes to your husband, you’re still to be an house-wife. Show him some respect. Go on, do what’s needed.”Still Serenity stood frozen, cheeks burning. Her heart pounded. Not from embarrassment, but from guilt. Shame
chapter Two Hundred and Sixty Five
The room was still, the air thick with tension.Then all eyes were on Serenity’s grandfather as the black veins that once crawled like twisted roots across his skin began to fade. One by one, the dark spots on his chest and neck lost their color, retreating beneath the skin as though scared away by something stronger.However Damien didn’t flinch. His eyes flicked toward the wall clock—60 seconds.Without hesitation, he stepped forward and began removing the acupuncture needles. His movements were swift but precise, each needle sliding out with a near-silent whisk.Master George held his breath the entire time, his fists clenched. He was watching something he knew only existed in ancient medical scripts—techniques thought to be lost to time.As Damien collected the final needle, he reached for the bowl containing the king of herb mixture.“Open his mouth,” Damien said calmly.Serenity stepped forward without saying a word, her hands trembling slightly as she gently pried her grandfath
