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The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Thirty One
Serenity eyebrows lifted slightly. “What do you mean?” Leaning forward, Waylon lowered his voice as though sharing a secret. “The Miracle Doctor isn’t the only one capable of treating something like Seven star spirit poison. It’s said that his disciple—a prodigy—has already surpassed him in skill. Some even claim this disciple is the greatest healer of our time.” Immediately serenity’s interest sharpened, her eyes narrowing slightly. “His disciple?” she repeated. “Do you know who or where he's?” Waylon shook his head, leaning back with a resigned sigh. “No one does, not for certain. But the disciple's reputation has been growing. Unlike the Miracle Doctor, this one occasionally surfaces, helping people in need. If we can track his movements, it might be easier than chasing after a ghost.” At that moment lips curved into a faint smile, her resolve brightening. “A disciple who’s even more skilled than the master,” she murmured. “That’s not just hope—it’s a real chance.”The aft
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Thirty Two
Upon hearing what Damien just said. Jefferson leaned forward slightly, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Damien,” he said smoothly, his tone almost reverent, “this is a truly remarkable piece. And I’m willing to offer you ten million dollar.” However Damien’s expression remained calm, his gaze steady as he studied Jefferson. “I appreciate the offer,” he said evenly, his voice carrying no hint of hesitation. “But this antique isn’t for sale.” Jefferson blinked, caught off guard by the firmness in Damien’s tone again. “Not for sale?” he repeated, leaning back in his chair. “Surely, I can make it worth your while. Name your price.” Damien shook his head, his resolve unshaken. “It’s not about the money. This piece is meant to be a gift for an elder—a gesture of my respect. Selling it isn’t an option.” For a moment, the room fell silent, Jefferson’s smile fading slightly as he realized Damien’s stance was immovable. He studied Damien’s face, searching for eve
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Thirty Three
Upon hearing what her father just said.Jessica’s eyes narrowed as she stepped closer to the table, her lips curling into a dismissive smirk. “Well, well,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “I knew it. This so-called ‘antique’ is nothing more than a cheap flea market find, isn’t it?”Her words hung in the air, drawing the attention of nearby family members. A few stifled chuckles broke the silence, emboldening Jessica further. She turned to her father with mock concern. “Father, you don’t really believe this is anything special, do you? It’s obvious Damien just grabbed the first dusty trinket he could afford in the local market.”One of Jessica’s cousins, leaning against the table, chimed in with a sly grin. “It’s almost insulting, don’t you think? A gift like this? It’s as if he doesn’t take your birthday seriously.”Another relative nodded, their voice loud enough to carry across the room. “You’d think someone with his reputation would try a little harder. But I guess th
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Thirty Four
At that moment Jessica's phone buzzed. Her perfectly maintained expression brightened as she answered the call.After a moment of quietness she said to her father.“Marina's having her birthday celebration at Crystal Palace!”“Go then,” her father smiled indulgently, but his eyes carried a glint of steel as they moved between her and Damien.“And take Damien with you.”“Father!” The champagne glass nearly slipped from her manicured fingers. “You can't possibly expect—”“Both of you. Together.” Each word carried the weight of paternal authority.“Send me a photo when you arrive.”At that moment Jessica's face cycled through shock, outrage, and calculation. The same Marina who had stood beside her, mocking Jin at Crystal Palace's entrance just days ago. Now she was expected to bring him to Marina's elite birthday gathering?“This isn't—” she began, but her father's expression silenced her protest.“A photo,” he repeated firmly. “From inside the venue. With both of you standing s
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Thirty Five
At that moment the room was filled with murmurs of disbelief. Guests exchanged skeptical glances, their voices rising in hushed tones.“Is it really worth that much?” one man asked, crossing his arms. “Sounds too good to be true. Could be a scam.”Another guest nodded. “Exactly. Who gives away something so valuable for free? It doesn’t add up.”At that moment Uncle Bernard straightened, his grip on the antique tightening. His voice cut through the noise, firm and commanding. “I understand your doubts, but let me make one thing clear—this is no scam.”The room quieted, the guests turning their attention back to him. He glanced at the antique in his hands before meeting their eyes, his tone unwavering. “I just got off the phone with Jefferson West, the most respected antique expert in this city. Not only did he confirm this piece is genuine, but he also made me an offer—a specific, significant offer to buy it.”Immediately the murmurs stopped completely. The guests exchanged wide-eye
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Thirty Six
As the tension in the club thickened, whispers turned into panicked murmurs. Bradley's name carried weight—enough to make even the boldest among them shrink back. The fear in the room was palpable, and no one wanted to be the focus of his ire.One guest muttered nervously, “He wouldn’t come here without a reason. Someone’s crossed him.”Another added.“It’s not me! I don’t even know him, but I have heard things about him, and I won't even dare cross his path.”At that moment the room erupted into a flurry of accusations, each person eager to deflect attention away from themselves.Jessica seized the moment, her voice rising above the chaos. “It’s him!” she said, pointing sharply at Damien. Heads turned, and the crowd’s attention quickly shifted.Immediately Jessica’s face twisted into a mask of false conviction as she continued. “Damien must have done something to offend Bradley! It’s the only explanation.”However Damien stood still, his calm demeanor unshaken, though his sharp gaz
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Thirty Seven
After everyone had left, the room was eerily silent as Damien and Bradley stood face to face. Bradley's reputation loomed like a shadow over the moment. Stories of his ruthlessness, his cold efficiency in dealing with anyone who dared to cross him, were enough to make even the bravest tremble. Yet, Damien stood calm, his expression steady as if the man’s fearsome aura had no effect on him.“You’re Damien,” Bradley said, his voice low and measured, yet carrying the weight of authority. At that moment his sharp eyes bore into Damien, searching for weakness. “Does the name Reece mean anything to you?”The mention of the name made the room seem even quieter. Bradley bodyguards shifted slightly, their postures tense. Everyone in the city knew that anyone connected to Bradley inquiries rarely walked away unscathed.However Damien didn’t flinch. He tilted his head slightly, his tone as calm as ever. “Recce?” he repeated lightly, as though trying to recall. “The name sounds familiar, but I
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Thirty Eight
Damien’s calm expression flickered for a brief moment as Serenity’s name was mentioned. Frustration tightened in his chest hearing her name again, though he quickly masked it, maintaining his composure. His sharp gaze rested on Bradley, who was still kneeling, awaiting his response.“Enough,” Damien said, his voice firm. “You’ve said what you needed to. Now, get up.”However Bradley hesitated, then slowly rose to his feet, keeping his eyes lowered in a show of respect. Damien’s tone softened slightly, but the authority in his words remained unyielding.“Deal with Winston however you see fit,” Damien continued, his eyes narrowing slightly. “But under no circumstances are you to mention me or my identity. Do you understand?”Immediately Bradley nodded quickly. “Yes, Master. I will handle it discreetly.”Damien glanced at the ring on his finger, his thoughts briefly clouded by Serenity’s name. Normally, his temper would have demanded swift and severe consequences for someone like Win
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Her question was directed at Winston's father, who stood with grief etched into every line of his face. His eyes never left Damien as he gave a slow, deliberate nod.“Yes,” he said, his voice thick with conviction. “That is the same person. I would recognize him anywhere.” His fists clenched at his sides, knuckles white with tension. “I am very, very sure.”The weight of his certainty hung in the air, choking any protest Sophia might have formed. She glanced at Damien, searching his face for some reaction—denial, shock, anything that might suggest innocence—but his expression remained carefully controlled, only the slight tightening around his eyes betraying any emotion at all.Whisting's father stepped forward, his face contorted with desperation and rage. His finger remained pointed at Damien, trembling with the force of his accusation.“He has been the one having issues with Whisting ever since the beginning,” he spat, voice breaking. “And I am very, very sure that he is also the
Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty Five
At that moment the room fell silent as the door swung open. Three men in dark suits entered, their expressions grim and purposeful. But it was the figure who followed them that caused the air to freeze in Sophia's hospital.Serenity.The war goddess herself had come, her presence filling the modest room with an almost palpable energy. Golden armor award gleamed beneath a flowing white cloak, her raven hair cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall of night. Her eyes—ancient and piercing—surveyed the room with cold calculation.Sophia's grandfather's eyes widened immediately. His weathered hands trembled as he placed it on the coffee table, eyes wide with disbelief.“Impossible,” he whispered, half-rising from his armchair.Sophia's mother gripped the edge of the chair, her knuckles white. “What... what is happening?” she managed, her voice barely audible.But it was Sophia's father whose reaction told the most frightening story. The color drained from his face as if someone had p
Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty Four
That was the only thought he could cling to now—the only thread of hope dangling in his mind. Serenity. Yes, Serenity would do something. She had to. She could still speak on their behalf. She had influence. If she could put in a good word before the Supreme King, perhaps the door to power wasn’t completely shut. Perhaps they hadn’t lost everything.But even that hope couldn’t wash away the sour sting of disgrace.Because as he stood there, shame gnawed at his chest like a silent storm. Damien—this same boy he had looked down on, dismissed, insulted—had become their savior. Not only had he exposed the very monsters they once trusted… he had also saved Sophia.And now… he was standing right there.A few feet away. Calm. Composed. Not angry, not proud. Just… present. And that alone made it worse. The old man couldn’t even raise his head. He felt it deep in his bones—the weight of having sold out Damien’s heart, dismissed his worth, only for that same heart to carry his family through th
Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty Three
At that moment Sophia’s father stepped forward, his face twisted with disbelief.“That’s not even true,” he said, shaking his head. “London? No—London would never do something like that. You must be mistaken.”Immediately Clarissa nodded quickly, almost too quickly. “Exactly. London? Kidnap you? Torture you? That doesn’t even sound like him.”“I’ll call him right now,” her grandfather added, already reaching for his phone. “I’ll ask him myself. If this is what you’re claiming, then let me hear it from his own mouth.”But Sophia didn’t flinch. She simply looked at her grandfather, her lips trembling. Her eyes held the kind of pain that didn’t come from physical wounds, because she couldn't believe they would refused to listen to her own side of the story without calling London to confirm.“You can’t call him,” she whispered.At that moment her voice was too low, too calm.Immediately they all looked at her.“London is dead.”The words fell like a blade.Her grandfather father’s hand fr
Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty Two
The sharp slam of the door was still echoing when Sophia’s heart sank.Her breath caught in her throat. She already knew.She didn’t need to guess. The second she heard the footsteps, the rustle of expensive fabric, the weighty silence followed by a familiar scoff—it was enough.Her eyes slowly shifted toward the doorway, and there they were.Her grandfather entered first, tall and stern as ever, his walking stick hitting the tiles with cold authority. Behind him, her father, Mr. Callum, stood with a deep frown, arms folded tightly across his chest. And then… her mother—Clarissa Callum, perfectly dressed as if she hadn’t just stormed into a hospital room, her expression twisted with a mix of panic, rage, and exhaustion.Sophia’s body stiffened beneath the bedsheets.Clarissa didn't wait.“You see? You see what you’ve done to yourself?” her mother snapped, her voice slicing through the air. “We warned you, Sophia! Didn’t we warn you?!”Sophia didn’t respond. Her fingers tightened aroun
Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty One
At that moment the bitterness in his tone cracked through.However Serenity didn’t respond. Her gaze was locked on her phone. Calm. Controlled. Almost too calm.That silence unnerved him.And at that point Winston father phone started ranging.Immediately his wise turned deadly when he saw who was calling.“Why is he calling him?” he asked sharply, though he already knew.They must have something on Damien.They weren’t just trying to reach him.Winston’s father answered the call, his tone sharp and expectant.“What is it?”A calm voice came through the receiver. “We’ve seen him, sir. Damien. He’s at Vespera Medical, alone. Fourth floor. Private wing.”For a second, Winston’s father didn’t blink. The words echoed in his ear like the sound of a loaded gun being cocked. Then, slowly, a wicked smile stretched across his face.“Very good,” he said, hanging up without another word.He turned to Serenity, who was still fuming from everything she'd just said about her grandfather, her engag
Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty
Upon hearing Serenity’s quiet confession, Winston’s father tilted his head slightly, surprise flickering across his face. His brows drew together, the weight of confusion pressing deeper. “What do you mean it’s your fault?” he asked, his tone more curious than accusatory. “What exactly happened that would make your father—your own grandfather—not want to see even you?”Then Serenity exhaled softly, her fingers curling around each other in front of her. Her gaze dropped for a second, as if grounding herself before revealing what had clearly haunted her.“It’s about the one who treated him,” she began. “The miraculous doctor apprentice.”Winston’s father remained still, listening.“He… he was actually the one grandfather betrothed me to,” she said slowly. “And I… I chased him away. More than once.” Her voice thinned with guilt. “I insulted him. I doubted him. I accused him of things I didn’t understand... and the last time I saw him, it was on a cold evening.”She paused, swallowing ba
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy Nine
At that moment Serenity stood still, her arms folded tightly across her chest, her brows furrowed in disbelief. The room felt cold—not because of the temperature, but because of the weight of what Winston's father had just said. Her heart pounded harder as his words echoed again in her head.“Three hundred years…” he muttered, voice laced with rage and helplessness. “That’s what his body is aging toward. In hours. Not decades.”He was pacing now, his hands trembling, not from fear—but fury. “Someone… someone did this to my son. To a member of this family! They didn’t just attack Winston—they attacked our name.”Serenity clenched her jaw. Her eyes darkened as she watched him struggle to remain composed. She didn’t like Winston. She never had. But this… this was far beyond personal feelings. It was about blood. About legacy.And someone had dared to stain it.“No,” she said sharply, stepping forward. “This is unacceptable. No one—no one—touches a member of this family and walks away. An
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy Eight
At that moment the ground cracked beneath him as London’s brother roared—his body, now soaked in dark red mist, pulsated with corrupted energy. The warehouse trembled under the weight of his aura.Without a word, he raised his hand and unleashed it.A massive gust of decay burst from his palm like a cannon—corrosive wind screaming across the air, devouring the concrete floor in its path. Metal groaned and turned brittle in an instant. The entire space darkened, shadows dancing like spirits trapped in a storm.Damien didn’t blink.With a soft exhale, he shifted one foot back, adjusting his weight with perfect calm. His fingers came together in a slow, deliberate snap.Snap.From Damien’s fingers, a soft flash of white bloomed—a pulse of pure light, warm and yet impossibly sharp. It wasn't fire. It wasn't wind. It was something far more refined. More ancient.The white energy stretched wide like a dome, meeting the dark decay in mid-air.“Boom.”The collision was silent for a moment—the
