Mason’s mocking smirk only grew wider as he looked Lucas up and down, dismissing him with a wave of his hand. “So this is the guy, huh, Sam? The best you could do to fend off Isaac?”Lucas remained calm, his arm around Samantha, but his gaze sharpened. “If respect for your sister isn’t enough reason for you, Mason, I can keep standing here all day. Or would you rather I show you why I’m here?”Samantha tensed, sensing her brother’s agitation, and quickly pinched Lucas’s arm, her face flushing as she forced a bashful smile. “Lucas… enough.”The sight of her softened expression only seemed to enrage Mason further. His face twisted in frustration, and without warning, he drew a pistol, aiming it squarely at Lucas.“Back off, now,” Mason warned, his voice a low growl. “You don’t get to waltz in here and act like you belong.”Samantha’s reaction was instant; she slapped Mason hard across the face, her voice ringing out. “Apologize, Mason. Now. This is my husband, and you will respect hi
Inside the ICU, the room was quiet save for the soft hum of machines and the steady beeping that marked each heartbeat. Lucas Williams sat beside the hospital bed, his hand gently holding the delicate fingers of his five-year-old daughter, Ella.“Daddy…” Her voice was a mere whisper, weak but filled with a maturity no child should have to bear. “Can… can you stop this? It hurts so much.”Lucas’s chest tightened. “Sweetheart, don’t say that. I’ll do everything I can to help you feel better. Just hold on a bit longer, okay?”Her tiny fingers trembled in his grasp, but she managed a small, tired smile. “But… it’s so expensive, Daddy. And… I don’t want to make things harder for you. Maybe… maybe it’s time.”“No, Ella,” he said firmly, his voice wavering. “No, you’re my baby girl. I won’t let you go through this alone. I’m going to get you the best treatment. I promise. Soon, we’ll be back home, and I’ll make you all the fried chicken you can eat. Just hang on.”Her gaze softened, almost p
In the hallway of the downtown hospital, Samantha Lowe’s driver, Jake, paced anxiously. “I swear, Ms. Lowe, the guy looked… well, pretty close to gone. I mean, there was so much blood…”The doctor, adjusting his glasses, gave a calm smile. “Mr. Williams only suffered minor injuries. Remarkably, he’s awake and recovering well. Sometimes, appearances can be deceiving.”Samantha raised an eyebrow, skeptical. “Minor injuries? He was lying in a pool of blood. You’re certain he’s… alright?”The doctor nodded. “Yes, Miss Lowe. He’s in room 203 if you wish to see for yourself.”With a sigh, Samantha glanced at Jake. “Stay here. I’ll handle this.”Inside room 203, Lucas sat up on the hospital bed, pressing a hand against his left side, where a strange warmth radiated outward. His mind buzzed with unfamiliar thoughts, names of techniques and powers he’d never heard before. Dragon Soul Immortal Technique… Dragon Gaze Heavenward Technique? What’s… happening to me?The door creaked open, snapping
The hospital room was filled with a stunned silence, broken only by the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor. Dr. John Stevens and the nurse stood frozen, their expressions locked in disbelief as Ella’s eyelids fluttered open.“No… this can’t be,” Dr. Stevens muttered, his mouth agape. “She was… gone.”The nurse beside him shook her head, her eyes wide. “This isn’t possible. She had no vital signs!”Lucas barely heard them, his entire focus on Ella as she opened her eyes, her voice a faint whisper. “Daddy… don’t… leave me…”He dropped to his knees beside her bed, tears streaming down his face. “Ella! I’m here, sweetheart. I’ll never leave you again. I promise.” He clasped her tiny hand, feeling warmth rush through him, filling him with a joy he thought he’d never feel again.Ella’s small fingers curled around his, her voice a little stronger. “Your hand… it feels warm… and safe.”A soft laugh escaped him, mixed with tears. “You’re safe now, Ella. I’m going to take you home, just like
Outside the hospital room, Lucas took a deep breath, glancing at Samantha Lewis. “Thank you… for everything in there. I don’t know what I would’ve done without your help.”Samantha crossed her arms, offering him a half-smile. “Don’t mention it. After all, you’re kind of mine now.” Her tone was light, but her gaze held a hint of something unreadable.Lucas felt a mixture of awkwardness and amusement. “Yours, huh? Well, that’s… unexpected.”She chuckled, shaking her head. “Relax. I meant it as a joke… mostly.” She quickly changed the subject, her expression turning thoughtful. “I have to ask—do you know anything about medicine? What happened with Ella… it was nothing short of miraculous.”Lucas hesitated, unsure how to explain. “I know a little… but nothing like what you’re thinking.” He glanced at his hand, remembering the warmth that had surged from him to Ella.Samantha’s gaze sharpened. “Interesting.” She looked at him intently, her mind clearly turning over an idea. “I may have a w
The tension in Liam’s hospital room was suffocating, and Lucas’s voice cut through it like a knife. “This isn’t just leukemia, Mr. Elliott. Your son has been poisoned.”The accusation hung in the air, met by a stunned silence before exploding into anger. Dr. Luca Atkinson’s face twisted in disbelief and fury. “How dare you?” he spat. “Are you suggesting this hospital poisoned a child? This is preposterous!”Adam Ellis, torn between desperation and indignation, glared at Lucas. “You walk in here and start throwing wild accusations? Do you even know who you’re talking to?” His voice rose, echoing off the sterile white walls. “You’re a nobody—a dog, taking advantage of Ms. Lewis’s generosity. And now you’re making baseless claims against a respected doctor?”Lucas held up his hands, calm but unyielding. “I’m not attacking anyone. I believe the poisoning was unintentional. It’s possible that a combination of certain foods reacted negatively, creating a toxin that’s worsened his condition.
The hospital room was silent, the only sound the steady, rhythmic beeping of Liam’s heart monitor. Everyone’s eyes were fixed on the small boy, who, just moments ago, had been fighting for his life. Now, his breathing was calm, and his cheeks had regained a hint of color.Adam Ellis sat beside his son, holding Liam’s hand, his relief palpable. “I… I can’t believe it. He was right. Lucas was right all along.” His voice trembled with a mix of gratitude and lingering fear.Dr. Luca Atkinson, who had been at a complete loss moments earlier, cleared his throat, recovering from his shock. He pointed to a thermos on the nearby table. “That… looks like snake soup. And if the cafeteria served white radishes with it, they might’ve caused a toxic reaction. Snake soup and radishes together can create dangerous compounds.”Adam’s face went pale. “I brought the soup myself. I thought it would… help him gain strength.” Guilt washed over him as he realized that his carelessness had nearly cost Liam h
Lucas scanned the morning market, taking in the bustling crowd and the tempting aromas filling the air. He quickly found his way to a popular fried dough stand, greeted by the familiar smell of fresh, hot dough sticks sizzling in the fryer.“I’ll take ten orders,” Lucas said, handing cash to the vendor.The vendor, an older man with a skeptical look, raised an eyebrow. “Ten orders? You sure about that?”“Positive,” Lucas replied, his stomach already rumbling. “I’ll pay upfront.”As he waited for his order, a small group approached the stand. An elderly man, pale and frail but with a lively gleam in his eye, led the group. Beside him was a handsome young man with an air of impatience, a stern-looking middle-aged man, and a little girl, who looked no older than seven, clutching the elderly man’s hand.“Grandpa, maybe skip the fried dough,” the young man urged, glancing worriedly at the elderly man. “Greasy food isn’t good for you.”The elderly man waved him off with a laugh. “A few stic