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The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Forty Four
Outside, the cool evening breeze brushed softly against Jessica’s cheeks, but her insides were tangled in heat and guilt. She stood a few feet behind Damien, her fingers twisting nervously. For a long moment, she couldn’t find the words.“Damien…” Her voice was low.He turned slightly, calm as ever, his expression unreadable.At that moment Jessica took a deep breath. “I know… I know you must’ve heard everything inside. I can’t even begin to tell you how sorry I am. I know my mom… she must have insulted you, maybe worse. And I just… I just don’t get it anymore.”However Damien didn’t speak. He simply watched her, letting her get it all out.“She keeps instigating things, pushing buttons that shouldn’t even be touched,” Jessica continued, her voice growing tighter. “And half the time, she doesn’t even care whether it’s true or not. She just… picks a side and starts attacking.”Her eyes searched his face. “And you—you’ve never raised your voice. You’ve never fought back. I just… I feel
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Forty Five
At that moment Winston exhaled deeply, trying to stay calm. “Which is something I don’t want, London. All our groundwork—it can’t go to waste because of a moment of anger.”London’s jaw twitched. He stepped away from the call table, his voice tightening. “I didn’t call you to be lectured, Winston. I called you because we were supposed to do this together. But since you suddenly want to play careful and wait for Megan like some obedient dog, that’s your choice.”Winston’s brows furrowed, but London didn’t give him space to respond.“You’re banking on what Meghan can pull off. That’s your leverage. You wait for that. But I’m not. I’m not playing slow chess anymore.”His tone turned cold. “Wait for my good news.”And with that, he ended the call.London stood in silence for a moment, the rage inside him bubbling just beneath the surface. He tossed the phone onto the glass table with a loud clack, his eyes narrowing.“This boy…” he muttered through clenched teeth. “Damien has bitten off m
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Forty Six
At that moment Damien’s jaw tightened. The moment Sophia's words landed, something inside him snapped—but not in the way anyone else might have seen. His fists didn’t clench, and he didn’t raise his voice. He just stared at her, his expression unreadable, the air between them slowly growing heavier.He turned his face slightly, hiding the sting in his eyes beneath his lashes.Serenity knows now? The thought alone was enough to make his blood boil beneath his calm facade. She, of all people, didn’t deserve to know. She’d paraded herself like royalty, thrown orders like blades—and now she would look at him like some divine token, not a man. Not Damien.He exhaled slowly, forcing control over the chaos swirling inside.“Alright,” he said at last, his voice low, composed. “If that’s what happened, then... it’s done.”Immediately Sophia blinked in disbelief. “You’re not angry?”“I’m angry,” Damien replied, lips twitching into something between a smirk “Just not at you.”She looked away, gu
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Forty Seven
London’s eyes narrowed as he just one stepped closer to Damien, each step echoing his fury. but he was still far away from him, His voice dropped, but the venom in it struck deep.“That’s what you get, Damien,” he said through clenched teeth. “For not listening. For defying me. For pretending like you didn’t hear the warnings.”He pointed to the grave again. “This will be your punishment. First your mother’s memory, then your breath.”Again Damien stood still. His fists clenched at his sides. His face showed no fear, no panic—just calm. Stillness. Something unreadable behind his eyes.However London didn’t care.“You hear me?” he barked. “You don’t deserve to speak! You don’t deserve to stand there like you’re still alive! You don't get to say anything—”At that moment he turned swiftly to the group of men holding sledgehammers.“Smash it!” he barked. “Level the grave—destroy every damn—”He never finished.A sharp gust of wind passed.Then silence, no sound of a struggle, No warning.
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Forty Eight
Damien’s hand was still faintly humming as he wiped it clean with a handkerchief from his inner pocket. No expression. No hesitation. He turned to the men standing around like statues, frozen in disbelief at Jefferson’s headless body slumped on the ground.“Get rid of him,” Damien said coldly, his voice like cracking ice. “And bring me Megan and her mother.”At that moment the air thickened with tension.“I want them punished,” he added, calmly. “Severely.”He didn’t raise his voice, but every man in the room felt the weight of his words.‘They tried to defy me… tried to use something sacred to hurt me. That won’t happen again.’“She knew how much my mother meant to me,” he muttered under his breath, his jaw clenched, fists tight. “And that’s what they chose to defile.”He didn’t wait for a reply. He didn’t need one. The order had been given.Without looking back, Damien turned and exited the room, his coat swaying behind him like a shadow.The streetlight outside flickered against th
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Forty Nine
At that moment Winston’s eyes flashed as he squared his shoulders, trying to bury the fear trembling through him.“You must be out of your mind,” he spat, voice rising. “Do you know who I am?”However Damien said nothing. His gaze remained steady, unreadable.Winston’s breath came faster. “The work of Serenity, the war goddess you seem to think so highly of… it belongs to my family,” he hissed, jabbing a shaky finger at Damien’s chest. “If anything happens to me, she’ll come for you. All of them will.”He took a shaky step backward, still trying to control the tremble in his legs. “I’ll tell my father,” he threatened. “You don’t even know the kind of power he holds. You think you're something? You’re nothing. Nothing!”Damien’s eyes darkened slightly, but his expression stayed calm—disturbingly calm.“You shouldn’t make me angry,” Winston growled. “Now get out of my office. Leave!”Damien didn’t move.Then, with terrifying precision, he raised his hands and began moving his fingers
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter one
Chapter One The Little Village Clinic buzzed with life on the sunny morning. Damien, the only male healer apprentice, tried to focus on sorting herbs, but the giggles laugh kept breaking his concentration. His cheeks turned pink as he heard footsteps coming closer. “Oh, Healer Damien!” Stella called out , batting her eyes. “I have this terrible pain right here.” She pointed to her Left breast, tugging at her collar so slightly and it made some part of her breast exposed for Damien to see. “I can go fetch some other female Healer for you.” Damien stammered, his hands fumbling with the herbs he was counting. At that moment another apprentice, Alice, leaned against his work table. “But you're so much better at finding the sore spots, Damien,” she said with a sweet smile. “Your hands are gentler than the others.” Immediately the other girls nodded in agreement, surrounding Damian's table like butterflies drawn to honey. At that moment Damien wished the ground would swallow
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter two
Chapter two Upon collecting all the gifts and saying his goodbye to everyone. He turned and walked out the clinic compound when he saw three black luxury vehicles parked outside the clinic. At that moment Damien adjusted his travel bag, still in through of who must have parked those luxury vehicle in front of the clinic when two figures emerged from the car, a young woman in an elegant azure dress and a man in a tailored black suit that probably cost more than the clinic's monthly earnings. “Excuse me,” the woman called out, her voice carrying a musical quality despite its underlying tension. “We're looking for Master Raymond. Is he here?” Her eyes held a desperate hope. “Master Raymond left the clinic two years ago.” Upon hearing what Damien just said the man's face twisted in frustration. “Two years?” His eyes widened. Pulling out an ornate jade card from his inner pocket, he threw it on the ground angrily. “Then what's the point of this?” The card spun th
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Chapter Two Hundred and Forty Nine
At that moment Winston’s eyes flashed as he squared his shoulders, trying to bury the fear trembling through him.“You must be out of your mind,” he spat, voice rising. “Do you know who I am?”However Damien said nothing. His gaze remained steady, unreadable.Winston’s breath came faster. “The work of Serenity, the war goddess you seem to think so highly of… it belongs to my family,” he hissed, jabbing a shaky finger at Damien’s chest. “If anything happens to me, she’ll come for you. All of them will.”He took a shaky step backward, still trying to control the tremble in his legs. “I’ll tell my father,” he threatened. “You don’t even know the kind of power he holds. You think you're something? You’re nothing. Nothing!”Damien’s eyes darkened slightly, but his expression stayed calm—disturbingly calm.“You shouldn’t make me angry,” Winston growled. “Now get out of my office. Leave!”Damien didn’t move.Then, with terrifying precision, he raised his hands and began moving his fingers
Chapter Two Hundred and Forty Eight
Damien’s hand was still faintly humming as he wiped it clean with a handkerchief from his inner pocket. No expression. No hesitation. He turned to the men standing around like statues, frozen in disbelief at Jefferson’s headless body slumped on the ground.“Get rid of him,” Damien said coldly, his voice like cracking ice. “And bring me Megan and her mother.”At that moment the air thickened with tension.“I want them punished,” he added, calmly. “Severely.”He didn’t raise his voice, but every man in the room felt the weight of his words.‘They tried to defy me… tried to use something sacred to hurt me. That won’t happen again.’“She knew how much my mother meant to me,” he muttered under his breath, his jaw clenched, fists tight. “And that’s what they chose to defile.”He didn’t wait for a reply. He didn’t need one. The order had been given.Without looking back, Damien turned and exited the room, his coat swaying behind him like a shadow.The streetlight outside flickered against th
Chapter Two Hundred and Forty Seven
London’s eyes narrowed as he just one stepped closer to Damien, each step echoing his fury. but he was still far away from him, His voice dropped, but the venom in it struck deep.“That’s what you get, Damien,” he said through clenched teeth. “For not listening. For defying me. For pretending like you didn’t hear the warnings.”He pointed to the grave again. “This will be your punishment. First your mother’s memory, then your breath.”Again Damien stood still. His fists clenched at his sides. His face showed no fear, no panic—just calm. Stillness. Something unreadable behind his eyes.However London didn’t care.“You hear me?” he barked. “You don’t deserve to speak! You don’t deserve to stand there like you’re still alive! You don't get to say anything—”At that moment he turned swiftly to the group of men holding sledgehammers.“Smash it!” he barked. “Level the grave—destroy every damn—”He never finished.A sharp gust of wind passed.Then silence, no sound of a struggle, No warning.
Chapter Two Hundred and Forty Six
At that moment Damien’s jaw tightened. The moment Sophia's words landed, something inside him snapped—but not in the way anyone else might have seen. His fists didn’t clench, and he didn’t raise his voice. He just stared at her, his expression unreadable, the air between them slowly growing heavier.He turned his face slightly, hiding the sting in his eyes beneath his lashes.Serenity knows now? The thought alone was enough to make his blood boil beneath his calm facade. She, of all people, didn’t deserve to know. She’d paraded herself like royalty, thrown orders like blades—and now she would look at him like some divine token, not a man. Not Damien.He exhaled slowly, forcing control over the chaos swirling inside.“Alright,” he said at last, his voice low, composed. “If that’s what happened, then... it’s done.”Immediately Sophia blinked in disbelief. “You’re not angry?”“I’m angry,” Damien replied, lips twitching into something between a smirk “Just not at you.”She looked away, gu
Chapter Two Hundred and Forty Five
At that moment Winston exhaled deeply, trying to stay calm. “Which is something I don’t want, London. All our groundwork—it can’t go to waste because of a moment of anger.”London’s jaw twitched. He stepped away from the call table, his voice tightening. “I didn’t call you to be lectured, Winston. I called you because we were supposed to do this together. But since you suddenly want to play careful and wait for Megan like some obedient dog, that’s your choice.”Winston’s brows furrowed, but London didn’t give him space to respond.“You’re banking on what Meghan can pull off. That’s your leverage. You wait for that. But I’m not. I’m not playing slow chess anymore.”His tone turned cold. “Wait for my good news.”And with that, he ended the call.London stood in silence for a moment, the rage inside him bubbling just beneath the surface. He tossed the phone onto the glass table with a loud clack, his eyes narrowing.“This boy…” he muttered through clenched teeth. “Damien has bitten off m
Chapter Two Hundred and Forty Four
Outside, the cool evening breeze brushed softly against Jessica’s cheeks, but her insides were tangled in heat and guilt. She stood a few feet behind Damien, her fingers twisting nervously. For a long moment, she couldn’t find the words.“Damien…” Her voice was low.He turned slightly, calm as ever, his expression unreadable.At that moment Jessica took a deep breath. “I know… I know you must’ve heard everything inside. I can’t even begin to tell you how sorry I am. I know my mom… she must have insulted you, maybe worse. And I just… I just don’t get it anymore.”However Damien didn’t speak. He simply watched her, letting her get it all out.“She keeps instigating things, pushing buttons that shouldn’t even be touched,” Jessica continued, her voice growing tighter. “And half the time, she doesn’t even care whether it’s true or not. She just… picks a side and starts attacking.”Her eyes searched his face. “And you—you’ve never raised your voice. You’ve never fought back. I just… I feel
Chapter Two Hundred and Forty Three
Hearing what Jessica just said Victoria’s mouth opened, but Jessica cut her off again.“The quicker all of you start seeing that, the better. Damien’s not the enemy here. And I won’t stand here and let anyone keep trying to paint him as something he’s not.”Again Victoria swallowed her words, stunned at Jessica’s shift in tone.However Jessica stood her ground, her tone sharp but calm. “You all need to stop this. All of this—blaming, assuming, throwing words without facts—it doesn’t make sense anymore.”Her words hung in the room, but it didn’t take long for the tension to snap.Deborah shot up from her seat like she had been waiting for the right moment to explode. “Jessica, shut up already! You don’t know what you’re saying, do you?” Her voice was sharp and cold, laced with bitter frustration. “You’re defending someone who’s dragging us into a mess we may never get out of!”Immediately Jessica’s brows knitted in disbelief, but Deborah didn’t stop.“You think this is just some misund
Chapter Two Hundred and Forty Two
At that moment the tension in the room had grown so thick it could be sliced with a knife. Nobody dared speak first, but it was clear the silence wouldn’t last.“They can’t say it,” Damien muttered under his breath, his eyes fixed on them. “They can’t tell me to go kneel and beg. Even though that’s exactly what they want.”Then slowly, without a word, he rose from the chair again.“If not because of Uncle Bernard,” his voice was calm, but heavy with restrained fury, “if not because of the respect I have for you… I swear, I wouldn’t have come here to sit and let your wife throw insults at me like I’m worth nothing.”His voice cracked like a whip through the silence. “But this is too much. I won’t sit here and allow Jessica—your wife—disgrace me and my family like this. I’m not taking it anymore. This is the last time.”Immediately across from him, Jessica stood too. The sharp scrape of her chair against the floor was just as loud as her rising voice.“Oh, now look at him—he’s standing
Chapter Two Hundred and Forty One
Deborah was still fuming, her voice rising with each word. “So this is what it’s all about, right? You still have grudges. All this while, pretending like you moved on, but deep down, you’ve been waiting—waiting to destroy everything Bernard built just because we took the company back!”Then her eyes narrowed, her lips curled with contempt. “Who would have thought? All that quietness was just a mask. You planned this, didn’t you? Standing there acting innocent, like you don’t know anything.”However Damien didn’t flinch. His expression remained unreadable, but his hands slowly curled into fists by his sides.Uncle Bernard cleared his throat, stepping in between them. “That’s exactly why I called him here,” he said firmly, trying to maintain some level of control. “I needed to hear it directly from him.”Before he could say more, Deborah spun on him. “Why are you even talking to him like that?” she spat. “As if he’s untouchable. As if we should bow every time he speaks!”“Enough, Debor
