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The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Seventy Seven
Hearing what Damien just said.Serenity’s entire body burned with rage. Did Damien just say that?A nobody like him, standing before her, questioning her worth?Her fists clenched so tightly that her nails dug into her palms. She couldn’t believe this.Enough.She wasn’t going to let this go. She was going to teach him a lesson—personally.Her body moved before her mind caught up, stepping forward with dangerous intent. She would show him exactly how she earned the title of War Goddess.But before she could strike, Elvis stepped in.“Serenity!” His voice was calm, too calm. “It hasn’t gotten to this.”He raised his hands slightly, stepping between them. “Just calm down. This isn’t necessary.”At that moment Serenity’s glare snapped to him. “Stay out of this, Elvis.”But he didn’t back down. He was too careful, too measured.He wasn’t really defending Damien—he was protecting himself.If this fight escalated, if Damien retaliated, who knew what he might say? What secrets he might spil
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Seventy Eight
At that moment Damien’s eyes remained locked onto Serenity, his patience wearing dangerously thin. His voice was calm, but there was a sharp edge to it, like a blade ready to cut.“Do you even know what it took to get those herbs, Serenity?”Again his tone wasn’t raised, but the weight of his words pressed into the air.“Do you actually know?”The silence that followed was deafening.And yet, she had destroyed them without hesitation.Damien exhaled slowly, the flicker of anger in his gaze barely contained. “I don’t have much to say to you.”But before he could turn to leave, Serenity stepped forward, cutting him off.Her voice was sharp, unwavering. “Spare me the act, Damien.”Her eyes burned with certainty, her entire presence radiating defiance. “You think I don’t know?”She let out a bitter scoff, shaking her head. “You think I don’t see through you?”“You want me to believe that you went through all this trouble just to heal my grandfather?” she continued, her tone dripping wit
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Seventy Nine
Her voice was cold, unwavering. “You’re not going anywhere.”Her hands curled into fists. “You insulted me. You disrespected me. And worst of all—you proved my suspicions right.”She took another step, her presence overwhelming. “You’ve been hiding something all along, Damien.”Her expression hardened even more. “And for that reason, I’m not letting you walk out of here.”The air around them felt heavy, thick with tension.Damien wasn’t leaving. Not today.Serenity’s decision was made. She would arrest him—immediately.Without wasting another second, she reached for her communicator.Her voice was firm, filled with authority. “Subordinates, report to the leaving room now.”Within moments, the door swung open. Her men were here.She didn’t hesitate. She didn’t waver.Serenity pointed straight at Damien, her voice commanding.“Arrest him.”**Sophia sat in the car, her face set in a deep frown. She was not happy. Not one bit.Her arms were crossed, her fingers tapping against her elb
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Eighty
At that moment London leaned forward slightly, his tone gentle, careful. “Sophia, before we begin, I want to clear something up.”His eyes searched hers, but she remained unreadable.“I don’t want you to take this the wrong way.”His voice was calm, measured—as if he knew exactly how she felt about being here.“Lets me be true to you, I didn’t ask your father or grandfather to force you to come.”He let out a slow breath. “That wasn’t me.”However Sophia’s expression didn’t change.London continued, choosing his words carefully. “I only told them that I wanted to have dinner with you.”His fingers traced the rim of his glass absentmindedly. “I’ve been trying to reach you for some time now. But… you haven’t been answering my calls.”There was no accusation in his tone—just quiet truth.“So I called your father. I told him about the dinner. That was it.”At that moment his gaze softened slightly. “I didn’t think they would make you come.”He leaned back, giving her space. “So… don’t
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Eighty One
At that moment Sophia inhaled deeply before continuing, her voice steady but firm.“I’m sorry to inform you, London, but I am not interested in a relationship with you.”Her tone wasn’t cruel, just matter-of-fact.She could see the slight change in his expression, but she didn’t stop.“You are a good man, London. A great one, even.”Then her lips pressed together for a moment before she continued. “Any woman who marries you, who stands by your side, would be one of the luckiest women in the world.”Her words hung between them, heavy with meaning, she didn't want it to seems she just rejected him.“But I don’t think I’m that woman.”Silence filled the space between them, but Sophia didn’t falter.“This isn’t about you being a bad person. You’re not. And this isn’t about whether or not I’m worthy of you.”She shook her head slightly, exhaling. “I just know myself, and right now, I am not ready to settle down.”At that moment her fingers lightly grazed the edge of the table as she spoke
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Eighty Two
At that moment in time London’s voice dripped with disbelief, his frustration barely contained.“Do you even understand what this would mean, what everyone would say, and how they will react, Sophia?”His fingers curled against the table, his breath slow but heavy. “It would be a slap to your family's face, hearing you're associating yourself, with that village doctor, someone that doesn't even have a family name.”At that moment he paused.“ Sophia think about it, it's not just you but also you family.”His tone darkened, his words laced with incredulity.“The first woman to ever be the heir to the Natanya family... and you're telling me that a village doctor would be your husband?”Then his jaw tightened even more, his expression hard. “How is that even possible?”His voice lowered, sharp with disdain. “What would people say?”His gaze pierced through her, trying to pull out a reaction.“How do you think the people will accept this?”At that moment in time Silence followed.Sophia
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Eighty Three
At that moment in time Sophia’s eyes narrowed slightly, but she didn’t speak.London leaned back, watching her carefully. “A one-time favor. Something no one else will ever get.”His fingers tapped against the table rhythmically, the tension in the air thickening.“And now that he’s back, my family is going to collect on that favor.”He exhaled slowly, letting his words sink in.“I won’t tell you what it is.”Then his lips curled slightly, his gaze locking onto hers. “But you should keep it in mind, Sophia.”His voice dipped lower, almost taunting. “Just imagine it—the Supreme King granting my family this favor.”Then a slight smirk played at the corner of his lips.“The announcement, the connections, the influence…”He let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head slightly.“Once that happens, everyone will want to do business with us.”London’s gaze never left Sophia as he continued, his voice slow and deliberate.“Do you really think this is just a small privilege you’re walking away f
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Eighty Four
At that moment, London's eyes lit up. He felt something strong inside his heart, something that made him smile. “Sophia,“ he whispered quietly to himself, “you are going to regret this.”Then he sat back in his chair, calm but feeling sure. Sophia had said no to him. But why should he worry? Summerville is a big place, and life was long. Sophia didn't know what she had just lost.At that moment London looked at Sophia, who sat across from him. She seemed happy, smiling a little and not noticing the storm she had started inside him.“Sophia,” London said softly, his voice calm and gentle, “are you sure about this?”Sophia smiled, softly but with confidence. “Yes, London. I'm very sure. I'm sorry if this hurts you, but I can't pretend.”London gave a small nod. “It's fine, Sophia. You made your choice. I respect that.”But inside his heart, London was feeling something strong. He knew this was not over. He could see in his mind that Sophia was making a big mistake. She didn't understan
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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
