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The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Seventy Eight
After leaving the scene.Not long after his phone buzzed on the dashboard, the screen lit up with Uncle Bernard's name. He hesitated for a moment, already anticipating the barrage of questions that would be thrown at him, but then he answered, holding the phone to his ear.“Damien,” Jessica's father's voice roared through the speaker, his anger palpable. “What have you done? My daughter was kidnapped because of you!”Upon hearing what uncle Bernard just said Damien tightened his grip on the steering wheel, his expression hardening, he thought he was going to ask her the whereabouts of Jessica not accusing him for something he knew nothing about.However he didn't have enough strength to exchange words with Uncle Bernard due to the respect he has for him. “She’s safe,” he replied calmly, his tone firm but not defensive. “I just got her out and made sure she’s unharmed. She’s on her way home.”“You call that an explanation?”Hearing what Damien just said Uncle Bernard shot back. “T
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Seventy Nine
The house was unusually quiet when Jessica finally woke up, her head still throbbing from the stress and exhaustion of what just went through. She blinked at the soft light filtering through the curtains and slowly sat up, taking in her surroundings. Her mother was seated across the room, her arms crossed and her expression set in a grim line. Jessica’s father stood by the window, his back turned as he gazed out into the garden.“Where’s Damien?” Jessica asked weakly, her voice breaking the silence.Her mother immediately stiffened, her lips pressing into a thin line. “He’s gone,” she said curtly, not even bothering to look at her daughter. “And he’s not coming back.”Upon hearing what her mother just said Jessica frowned, her confusion clear. “What do you mean, he’s gone? He just saved me. Twice, actually. How can you just—”“Enough!” her father interrupted, spinning around from the window. His voice was sharp, filled with a mixture of anger and frustration. “Do you realize the trou
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Eighty
Sert sat at her polished mahogany desk, her hands folded tightly, betraying the tension she was trying to mask. Across from her stood Phantom, the man sent by headquarters—a figure cloaked in an aura of precision and authority. His reputation preceded him: a relentless operative who only took on missions that bordered on impossible. He was a man whose successes had been etched into legion history, and even Serenity, known as the War Goddess, found herself treading carefully in his presence.However, Phantom didn’t sit. Instead, he remained standing, his towering frame casting a long shadow over the room. His dark tactical suit, devoid of insignias, was immaculate, and his piercing eyes scrutinized every corner of the office as though assessing the worth of its occupant.“Commander Serenity,” he said, his voice low but sharp enough to command attention. He used her formal title, a subtle reminder of the chain of command. “Headquarters has briefed me on your team's progress—or lack the
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Eighty One
“Who does he think he is?”she muttered under her breath, her irritation palpable. To her, Damien's boldness was laughable. A mere village doctor, daring to oppose a family as influential and dangerous as theirs? It was absurd. “He doesn’t even understand the weight of the situation he would find himself in, if he tries any nonsense.”she said, shaking her head with disdain.Serenity leaned back in her chair, dismissing the call as nothing more than an act of desperation. “If he thinks this kind of behavior will scare anyone, he’s delusional,” she thought, her lips curving into a smirk.Rising from her seat, she grabbed her jacket and prepared to leave the office. The call had barely registered as more than an annoyance, a distraction from her real priorities. As she walked toward the door, her mind shifted back to the mission at hand. Damien’s warning was nothing but noise to her.**The dimly lit restaurant exudes sophistication, with its polished wood floors, crystal chandeliers
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Eighty Two
At that moment the air in the restaurant grew tense as the manager, a composed middle-aged man with an air of professionalism, hurried over to defuse the situation. He offered Megan a polite smile, his tone measured and calm.“Miss, I apologize for the inconvenience,”he began, gesturing toward the staff cleaning the spilled wine. “Let’s resolve this matter quickly to ensure everyone can enjoy their meals.”At that moment Megan seized the opportunity, her voice dripping with exaggerated indignation. “Finally, someone who understands! This man,”she said, pointing accusingly at Megan, “tripped me and ruined my evening. That wine bottle wasn’t just expensive; it was irreplaceable. He needs to compensate me immediately!”Immediately The manager turned to Damien, his face neutral but expectant. Damien remained calm, his expression unreadable. Instead of addressing Megan’s accusations, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a sleek, elegant gold card Sophia had given to him, saying it's
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Eighty Three
The private room was cozy yet elegant, with warm lighting that cast a golden glow over the table where Damien and Sophia sat. The aroma of finely prepared dishes filled the air as their conversation flowed easily. Sophia, however, carried a hint of guilt in her tone as she brought up the topic of her brother.“I need to apologize again,” Sophia said softly, setting her fork down. Her eyes met Damien’s, sincere and tinged with regret. “What he almost did—nearly revealing your identity to war goddess Serenity—was reckless. I’ve already reprimanded him for it.”However Damien waved a hand dismissively, his demeanor calm as always. “There’s no need for that. He didn’t mean any harm, and besides, it didn’t cause any real trouble.” His voice was steady, unaffected, as though the matter truly didn’t bother him.At that moment Sophia’s shoulders relaxed slightly, relieved by his response. “Still, I appreciate your understanding. War Goddess Serenity can be... relentless when she sets her
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Eighty Four
The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silver glow over the villa's sprawling backyard. The S-Class fugitive crept silently through the shadows, his every movement calculated. His sharp eyes scanned the perimeter as he approached, his lips curling into a grim smile. This villa, so serene and unassuming, was hiding someone he seriously handsomely captured. Since his brother lost his life in the same villa, he's going to do the same to whoever owns the Villa. For him, this was just another mission—quick and efficient.As his gloved hand reached for the backdoor, a sudden rustle in the bushes froze him mid-step. Immediately his sharp instincts screamed danger, and he spun around just in time to block a high-speed kick aimed at his head. Standing before him was none other than Serenity, the War Goddess herself, her commanding aura amplified by the intensity in her eyes.“You’re not taking another step,” Serenity declared coldly, her voice laced with authority.Hearing what Serenity j
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Eighty Five
At that moment the yard was eerily silent except for the faint rustle of leaves in the cool night breeze. Phantom, still on his knees, stared at the motionless body of the fugitive, unable to fully grasp the scene he had just witnessed. His mind raced, trying to piece together who Damien truly was. Then, like a floodgate opening, recognition dawned.“Wait,” Phantom said, his voice trembling but steady enough to hold Damien ’s attention. “You… You’re the disciple of Grandmaster Maverick apprentice, aren’t you?”At that moment paused mid-step, turning his head slightly. His gaze, though calm, carried an intensity that made Phantom hesitate.“You’re sharp,” Damien replied flatly, his tone devoid of any pride. “But keep that to yourself.”At that moment Phantom’s breath caught in his throat. He had crossed paths with one of Damien master other apprentices during a high-stakes mission years ago. That apprentice had spoken of a younger disciple, someone even the Grandmaster held in exce
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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
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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
Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty Four
At that moment Serenity stood frozen. Her chest tightened, and her fingers curled slightly at her sides. She blinked slowly, unsure if she had misheard Master George.‘Fifty million dollars’She turned toward Damien, her expression shifting from confusion to disbelief. She opened her mouth, as if to speak, but nothing came out. Her heart was thumping, not because of fear—but because the weight of everything she thought she knew about Damien had just crumbled.Damien, on the other hand, remained calm. His voice, low and steady, cut through the stunned silence.“Yes,” he said simply. “I bought it. For myself. But right now, I’m using some of it for him. He needs it more than I do.”There was no pride in his voice. No boast. Just calm truth. Master George’s eyes widened even further. He took a shaky step forward, still staring at the herb in Damien’s hand as if it were a living legend.“This…” he muttered. “This herb is priceless.”His voice trembled slightly as he continued, speaking m
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At that moment she shut her eyes tight, her fists clenching. “That’s not who I am, it was just mistake.”The more she sat there, the more her thoughts spiraled. Every second Damien stayed away added another layer of guilt she couldn’t shake off.“He probably left because of me,” she said quietly, standing up suddenly. “He would publicly not want to see me when he comes back.”Her gaze fell across the room—the glass she used earlier, the folded laundry still on the chair, and the space that for a moment, felt like home.But not anymore, Sophia grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder. She wouldn’t stay here, not when everything felt so heavy and awkward.Her decision was swift.She stepped out of the room, locked the door gently behind her, and walked out of Damien’s house.She was heading to the apartment she used to live in before everything changed—the one outside her family’s estate, tucked away on a quiet street where no one bothered her.Not long after she arrived and the
