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The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty One
“Um… Damien?” she said gently.He looked up, his eyes meeting hers.She cleared her throat softly. “The items I bought at the audition… what happened to them?”Damien lowered his phone. “They’re here.”“Here?” she echoed.He nodded. “Yeah. I paid for them before we left. They’re in the room next door.”Upon hearing what hearing what Damien said, Sophia blinked, surprised. “You… paid for them?”He gave a light shrug, casual as ever. “You were in no condition to even stand, let alone make a payment. I handled it.”“But… I can— I’ll pay you back, of course,” she said quickly, moving a bit closer.Then Damien leaned back, resting his hand over his knee. His voice was calm, unwavering. “No need.”Immediately Sophia furrowed her brows. “But it was a lot. I insist—”“It’s fine,” he said, cutting her off gently. “It’s just a gesture. A little thank you.”She tilted her head. “Thank you? For what?”Damien’s gaze turned toward the door briefly, as if recalling the chaos of the night before. “Fo
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty Two
Not long after Damien finally pulled up in front of Sophia’s apartment, the car eased to a soft stop. The morning breeze whispered through the air, but inside the car, silence lingered a little longer than expected.Then Sophia turned toward him, her hands gently folded over her lap. Her eyes searched his face like she was still trying to understand the man who had turned everything upside down in less than 24 hours.“Damien…” she started softly, “thank you—again. For everything.”Her voice held no pretense. Just raw gratitude.“For protecting me, for staying with me, for following me to that audition—even after everything that happened there. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t been there.”At that moment he glanced at her briefly, offering only a small nod.She bit her lip and added, “One day… I’ll repay you. I know you said you don’t want anything, not money or anything like that, but I’ll find something—something that matters to you. Something you’ll actually cherish
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty Three
Her entire understanding of Damien felt like it was unraveling. And that made her uncomfortable. She hated not being in control of the pieces. Hated when the board moved without her hand.Whatever this was, she needed more clarity. More information.But not now, her thoughts were tangled, her focus split—and her heart?Her heart was already heavy with something else.Now, her mind was set on her Grandfather’s house.Not long after they arrived, and Serenity stepped out of the Lanka vehicle, the quiet hum of the engine fading behind her as she walked through the familiar gates of her family home. The night breeze swept past her, brushing lightly against her cheeks, but her mind wasn’t on the air or the silence around her.It was on her grandfather, after everything—the chaos at the auction, the questions swirling around Damien—this was the one place her thoughts could rest. Her grandfather had just returned to himself after all those months of being lost in that dark stillness. She w
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty Four
“Is anything wrong?” Serenity’s voice came out sharp, her expression already shifting from surprise to worry. “Why did you just burst into the guest room like that?”Upon hearing what Serenity just said.The girl struggled to catch her breath, her eyes already welling up. “It’s… it’s your grandfather,” she stammered. “He… he was doing fine just a few minutes ago. But then… he just collapsed. He just fell to the floor.”Serenity didn’t wait for the girl to finish. Her breath caught in her throat as she pushed past her and bolted out of the room.Her heartbeat thundered in her ears.‘No. No. This can’t be happening. He was fine. He was laughing just a few minutes ago. He was okay. Wasn’t he?’Her feet slammed against the floor as she raced down the hallway. Her mind was spiraling, she didn't understand what was going on.Could it be…? Could it be the medicine didn’t work? Did we miss something? What if… what if it’s worse than we thought?Behind her, Elvis was frozen for a second. His
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty Five
He opened the pouch and carefully started measuring a stronger dose in his hand.Serenity was about to object—she looked hesitant, unsure. But before she could say anything, her grandfather stirred on the bed, opened his mouth as though to speak—and collapsed.Before he could say no he passed out.Upon hearing seeing what had just happened Serenity’s heart skipped as her grandfather's body went limp beneath her grip. “Grandpa?” Her voice cracked. “Grandpa?!”Her hands shook violently as she leaned closer, her face pale, breath staggered. “Elvis!” she cried out, her eyes wide, panic seeping through her every word. “Do something! Please, Elvis, do something—he’s not breathing! My grandfather is dead, he’s dead—please!”“Serenity, calm down—” Elvis rushed to the bedside, knelt beside the unconscious man, and quickly pressed two fingers to his pulse point.At that moment Seconds crawled.Then he exhaled. “He’s not dead. He fainted. He’s breathing… just very weakly.”Serenity let out a gas
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty Six
Upon hearing what serenity just said Elvis's hand froze in midair, the crushed herbs clinging to his fingers. Serenity’s voice had cut through the air like a blade.“Stop!” she had shouted again.And now, silence wrapped the room, thick and choking.He slowly lowered his hand, his eyes avoiding hers. The weight of the disappointment crushed his chest—he could feel it swelling there like something stuck, something painful. This was his one chance to prove he mattered, to prove he could be the one Serenity relied on. But now…Now everything felt lost.He looked at her grandfather lying motionless on the bed, the blood still fresh at the corners of his eyes. The room smelled faintly of the herbs, sharp and earthy—but all Elvis could taste was failure.without being told she could tell If her grandfather didn't make it, Serenity would blame him. Even if she didn’t say it out loud, she would feel it. And worse, he would know it was true.Immediately a low, shaky breath escaped his lips as
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty Seven
At that moment Elvis still standing beside his car, his hand still gripping the door handle, but he hadn’t opened it yet. His mind was a battlefield—rage and desperation crashing against reason. The idea still lingered like poison in his chest.‘Should I just end him?’But the second that thought returned, so did the image of Serenity’s face if she ever found out. That girl who once looked at him with respect, with trust… she would kill him. Not with her hands, maybe—but with her eyes. With her silence. With her distance.And Elvis couldn't survive that.He pulled his hand away from the door, sighing through gritted teeth. “No,” he muttered, forcing the thought out of his head. “She’ll never forgive me. She’ll destroy me.”But then came another sting—the one that ate at him deeper.“Damien, that bastard. Always calm, always quiet, always acting like he didn’t want anything… and yet he was winning. Serenity cared about him. More than she admitted.” And Elvis knew it.His throat tighte
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty Eight
Her grandfather stepped forward, tone calm but firm. “London, you’re wrong. She just came in not long ago. Barely ten minutes before you arrived.”Her father nodded in agreement. “We were outside when a car drove her in. It can’t be a coincidence that you’re both arriving around the same time. Whatever is upsetting you—maybe you should calm down and talk to her.”But that only made London’s face twist in rage. “Coincidence?” he scoffed. “You think this is coincidence?”He took a deep breath, barely able to contain his shaking.“Fine. Let me tell you why I came here.”At that moment both men were silent.“I came to tell you that I’m done. I’m not going to have anything to do with Sophia again,” he declared.Immediately Their expressions shifted—confusion, disbelief.London continued, his words sharp, his voice edged with disgust. “Sophia went to go sleep with that village doctor. She spent the night with that village bastard—and for what? Just because he was able to heal Mr. Nathaniel,
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At that moment, something dark clicked into place.One of the soldiers—the tallest of them—fell to one knee, gasping, his skin paling as veins started to pulse across his arms unnaturally. Another groaned, grabbing his own neck like the air had suddenly turned poisonous. Their bodies were trembling, but they didn’t scream. They only exchanged terrified glances, and it finally dawned on them.This wasn’t just any technique, this was Dark Prison.The forbidden technique. the same one their master—London’s brother—had once boasted about creating but had sworn never to use again.Their eyes widened in silent horror.He had done it. he was using them.Feeding on them, Feeding through them.The technique was outlawed within the military for a reason—because it demanded sacrifice of Life.It devoured spirit energy like wildfire in a dry forest. It didn’t care who you were. It didn’t care if you were the creator or the soldier. It consumed.However Damien watched quietly, his eyes cold and c
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy Six
At that moment London’s brother stood still—his face frozen.His eyes trembled, his lips parted, and the disbelief gripped him deeper than any blade could.“That’s not true…” he muttered under his breath. “That’s not possible.”He shook his head slowly, like his mind was trying to shake off the weight of what he had just heard. “How can a nobody like you—someone not even recorded in our ranks—know the ultimate attack of the Special Forces?”His tone cracked with restrained rage. “This move… this prison technique… it’s only taught to the elite few. To the inner circle of the military’s special division. You shouldn’t even know it exists!”Damien’s expression didn’t flinch.“I know,” he said coldly again. “Because I was the one who invented it.”Again London’s brother’s breath caught. His knees almost buckled.At that moment Damien stepped forward, slow and calm. “You’ve done some tweaking—some interesting modifications. I’ll give you that. But the core technique? The foundations? That
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy Five
At that moment London brother s suddenly let go of his leg, allowing him to regain his balance. Then he stepped backward, calm and composed, as if the attack had been nothing but a warm-up stretch.London’s brother landed on his feet smoothly. He straightened up slowly, rotating his ankle as he gave Damien a hard stare. His jaw clenched, but then a smirk broke through his rigid expression.“Well… not bad,” he muttered, his voice laced with restrained anger. “I’m quite impressed.”His eyes narrowed, not in admiration—but calculation.“You dodged my attack,” he continued, voice sharper now, “and you even caught it… cleanly. You didn’t flinch. That says a lot.”He stepped in a slow circle, boots crunching over broken crate pieces.“You’re not from here, are you?” he asked coldly. “No. I see that now. No one from this city—not even the top brass—moves like that.”He stopped pacing and tilted his head.“I know every single person that can do what you just did. Every single one of them.”
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy Four
The moment the man’s head bounced on the concrete floor—once, twice, and then a third time—an eerie silence gripped the warehouse. The blood smeared across the floor painted a scene so still and tense, they could almost hear the cold metal in the air.However London’s brother didn’t flinch, not visibly. But his sharp eyes caught every detail. The precision, the speed, the utter lack of wasted motion.At that moment his eyebrow lifted subtly.“That can’t be…” he thought, his fingers slowly curling into a fist by his side. “That’s the Twin Blade Technique.”He had seen it only a few people do it during his training in the Special Division. It wasn’t a move just anyone could pull off. It was a martial arts technique hidden within the high-ranking military, one that fused shadow movement and speed so flawlessly, it made the user seem like they hadn’t moved at all. But in truth, they’d already attacked and returned to their original position before the victim even blinked.Only a handful
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy Three
At that moment the call rang once…Twice…Three times.Sophia could barely face the phone, her swollen fingers trembling as the pain throbbed up her arms. Just when she thought she would pass out from panic, the line clicked.“Hello?” Damien’s voice came through, steady and calm, but layered with confusion. “Sophia? I just got to the house. You’re not here—what happened?”Tears poured down her cheeks instantly.“I’m sorry…” she sobbed. “I didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry…”Damien’s tone shifted. He straightened up slightly, brows drawing in. “What? Wait—what’s going on? Is it because you left the house? That’s why you’re crying like this? Are you hurt or something?”She whimpered, her voice breaking between every word. “Yes… I’m hurt… I couldn’t hold on… Damien, I—”Something about her tone didn’t sit right with him. Her words were strange, broken… too much like someone who was trying to say more than they could.Then suddenly, another voice came on the line.A deeper one, Cold, void of
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy Two
The sound of the chair scraping back was subtle, yet everyone in the room fell quiet the moment London’s brother stood to his feet.At that moment the man who had been torturing Sophia immediately lowered his head and stepped aside like a shadow retreating from light. He didn’t need to be told twice—his presence was no longer needed.Then London’s brother spoke, his voice calm, low, but heavy with authority.“I don’t have all day,” he said, coldly. “This has taken too long already.”His tone wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. Every word settled into the walls of the warehouse like the creak of metal under pressure. Final, Sure, Dangerous. Then he began walking—each step measured, firm, quiet.Sophia, barely conscious, stirred.She could hear the faint thud of his boots getting closer.Then she blinked slowly.Her eyes, puffy and red, tried to focus through the haze. Her vision was blurred from pain, from tears, from exhaustion. Her body trembled. Her hands throbbed in sharp waves, p
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy One
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
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy
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
