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The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Forty
“So, he heard everything,” Uncle Bernard said slowly, his voice low but heavy with meaning. “And from the look of things, it seems the trouble you went to stir up... actually walks barefoot.”At that moment Damien narrowed his brows, not quite catching on. “I don’t understand, Uncle,” he said calmly. “What do you mean by ‘he walks barefoot’? What trouble are we even talking about?”He wasn’t trying to be smart—he genuinely didn’t understand what this was all about. The way his uncle and aunt stared at him with such tight expressions only made him feel more off.That was when Deborah dropped the pretense.“Oh, please shut your trap, Demian,” she snapped, standing from where she sat and pointing a finger toward him. “Stop acting clueless like you don’t know exactly what this is about.”Damien blinked, stunned at the sharpness in her voice.“You walked into that restaurant, ran your mouth, humiliated someone who wasn’t even talking to you— instead of you to mind your own business,” she s
The understated miraculous Doctor. 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
The understated miraculous Doctor. 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
The understated miraculous Doctor. 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
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.
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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
