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The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty Four
At that moment As Serenity turned, her boots clicking against the tiled floor, her words still echoed in the air: “I’ll offer him something he won’t be able to reject.”Immediately Sophia’s jaw clenched.She didn’t move at first—just stared after Serenity, her fingers slowly curling into a fist at her side. Heat rose to her chest. Not the kind that came from fear, but the kind that boiled under layers of held-back restraint. ‘How dare she come into their home and speak like that?’At that moment Sophia finally stepped forward, her voice sharp but composed. “So that’s why you came?” she asked, staring directly at Serenity’s back. “To threaten my family?”Serenity paused but didn’t turn.Sophia took one more step. “You know, I understand your reputation. You’re the war goddess. We’re not equals. Exchanging words with you alone feels like asking for a fight I didn’t even pick.”Then Serenity’s head tilted slightly, but she still didn’t face her.However Sophia’s voice dropped a little,
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty Five
At that moment the room went quiet immediately. His son clenched his jaw but said nothing. He slowly lowered his eyes and took a step back, biting back the words that had risen to his tongue. He had seen that look on his father’s face before — the look that said not another word. Pushing now would only make things worse.But deep down, he was unsettled about everything.If Serenity could walk in here and offer anything to buy the identity of that man… if they accepted and the news got out — would anyone ever trust them again? His thoughts raced. What about if any of them needed help from the miracle doctor? Would he even come here again?He looked at Serenity, standing tall and unreadable, her arms crossed, her gaze sharp but calm. She wasn’t bluffing. She meant every word. She had the power to reward them greatly — or walk away and never return.Sophia’s father swallowed hard. ‘She’s serious. If we help her… we’ll get favor. But at what cost?’However Sophia grandfather didn’t waver
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty Six
The moment Serenity uttered those words, a slow, satisfied smile tugged at the corners of Sophia’s grandfather’s mouth. Immediately his eyes gleamed—like a hunter who had just cornered his prey.Still he couldn't believe Serenity actually accepted, without being told he could tell whatever she decided the identity for most be extremely important, then he decided to leverage more on it.“Now you’ve made a wise decision,” he said, his voice filled with satisfaction. “Finally. Now we can talk real business.”At that moment he leaned forward slightly, resting both hands on his cane, the air around him suddenly heavier with authority. “Once you speak with the Supreme King… once you put in a good word for us, just as you’ve promised… then you will get what you came for. You have my word.”Upon hearing what Sophia grandfather just said, Serenity’s expression didn’t change, but the tension in her jaw said enough. She had expected pushback. But not this… not a sudden shift of terms.“That wa
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty Seven
Serenity nodded without hesitation. Her expression remained calm, though her heart beat steadily in her chest. She stretched out her hand and passed the badge forward. There was no tremble in her fingers.Just then, Sophia’s father stood up sharply from his seat.“This is enough,” he snapped, his voice filled with restrained fury. “Father, stop this. I’ve kept quiet for too long, but I don’t like this anymore. It’s getting out of hand.”He turned toward Serenity, his tone no less firm. “What we’re doing here—it’s not right. Using a woman’s honor as leverage? Blackmailing her for the identity of a man who saved us?”He looked down, his fists clenched at his sides. “This will not end well. And I don’t want to be part of this.”At that moment Serenity stepped forward, her voice quiet yet unwavering.“Don’t worry,” she said gently, locking eyes with him. “I’m not going to give their identity out.”“I’m not going to say I got the identity from you,” Serenity said quietly, her words steady
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty Eight
At that moment the room fell into a brief silence, Serenity’s grandfather slowly sank back into his chair, his hand still lightly resting on the gavel as if it gave him the authority to keep destiny in check. His gaze was steady, but behind his composed face, his thoughts swirled like a storm.Everything’s falling into place… slowly, but surely.Then he crossed one leg over the other, eyes flickering toward Sophia, who now stood by the doorway with tight lips and eyes filled with conflict. She looked too emotional, too attached, too naive.‘If I can just drive a wedge between her and that boy—Damien…’Then he inhaled deeply, leaning back further in his chair, hiding the cruel smile tugging at the edge of his lips.Without being told he knew Damien won’t forgive her.No man would… not after having his identity sold out by the same woman family.His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest even more. ‘It’s only a matter of time before he finds out. And when he does, who else will he blame
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty Nine
“I heard you,” Serenity finally said, her voice low and cold. “I’ll keep your identity safe.”Her eyes didn’t meet his again. She simply turned around and walked out of the mansion with slow, heavy steps. The weight of what she had just learned made it feel like she was dragging chains behind her.She didn’t say goodbye, she didn’t even glance at Sophia grandfather again.Sliding into the driver’s seat of her car, she closed the door quietly behind her. But inside her chest, her heart was pounding like thunder.She gripped the steering wheel tightly, staring ahead through the windshield, but not really seeing anything. Her mind had started spiraling.‘Damien?’ she repeated the name silently. Damien is the Miraculous Doctor’s apprentice? Suddenly, puzzle pieces she had ignored for months started falling into place.That one time she saw him walking through the military headquarters—people acted like he belonged there. No one stopped him. No one questioned him.And with the Brain, she t
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
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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
