With a proud and almost arrogant smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, Henry raised a hand and said authoritatively, “Wait!”Immediately, the heavily armored guard who had been dragging Alexander out of the room halted, freezing in place.Henry turned and looked directly at **Alexander**, his gaze cold and triumphant. “I want you to see this with your own eyes. I want you to watch firsthand how you and my foolish, traitorous half-sister’s idiotic plan to keep our father ill and bedridden has completely failed. So, just stand there and watch closely. Once I decide that you’ve seen enough—once you understand the depth of your failure—the guard will remove you from this place and ensure you are dealt with accordingly.”As he spoke, Kingsley slowly stepped away from the bed, giving space for **Elizabeth**, who approached the bedside with cautious joy in her eyes. Tears of anticipation shimmered on her cheeks as she prepared herself for the moment she had long awaited—her husband’s ret

“Yes, I do. We all do,” the head housekeeper replied confidently, speaking not just for herself but for the entire team of housekeepers assembled behind her.“I also assume,” Alexander began, his tone deliberate and probing, “that you know every single plant and flower in that greenhouse—not just their names but what they look like, how they smell, and what their properties are?”“That is correct,” she said without hesitation. “I’m in charge of maintaining the greenhouse. I know every piece of vegetation in there like the back of my hand. From the common to the rarest specimen, nothing escapes my eye.”Alexander allowed himself a brief smile, appreciative of her confidence and experience. It was the kind of assurance he needed right now, especially when lives hung in the balance.“What’s your name?” he asked, his voice gentler this time, curious to know the name of the woman who was about to become his lifeline in this operation.“Sonia, sir,” she said with a respectful bow, lowering

“Are you saying,” Henry asked, his voice rising sharply with disbelief and fury, “that the one person in this entire room who can donate blood to our father is Anderson? Of all people?”“That’s correct,” Alexander replied calmly, his tone unshaken despite Henry’s agitation. “Miss Anderson is the only individual here whose blood type matches the patriarch’s. She is the only one who can safely donate blood for this procedure.”Henry clenched his fists, the muscles in his jaw tightening visibly as frustration bubbled inside him. Yet again, something he had hoped to take credit for—something he could boast about—was slipping through his fingers, handed instead to his older half-sister.“Miss Anderson,” Alexander called gently, and the raven-haired woman turned her head to meet his eyes. “If you’re willing, I’ll need a donation of your blood.”Henry turned sharply to glare at her, already anticipating her answer, though the tightness in his throat made him hope—irrationally—that she might

“They're ready, right?” Alexander asked, turning to face the housekeepers while simultaneously glancing at the system display hovering before his eyes. The digital interface displayed every component he needed, including the five syringes now filled with a glowing green fluid—marked as the final activators for the treatment.“Yes, they’re fully prepared,” Sonia confirmed with a brisk nod.“Perfect,” Alexander said, his voice calm but urgent. “Distribute the syringes to the nurses. They’ll be responsible for administering the activator into the patriarch’s system.”Sonia quickly turned and signaled to the other housekeepers, who held the syringes with cautious precision, as though each contained volatile material. At her gesture, they moved without delay, handing them over to the nurses.The nurses, wasting no time, injected the green liquid one by one into the patriarch’s bloodstream, each syringe discarded immediately after use into a sterile container designated for biohazardous was

On the semi-transparent system display that hovered directly in the center of Alexander’s field of vision, glowing softly in light blue text, the words appeared clearly:‘Your mission: Escape Captivity — Status: Accomplished.’His reaction was immediate—one of pure, unfiltered confusion.“What the hell is going on here?” he muttered aloud, furrowing his brows as if the message itself had betrayed logic. He blinked several times, trying to make sense of what he was seeing."I need an explanation right now, System," he demanded with increasing agitation. "How on earth did I pass the mission when I was one hundred percent convinced that I had failed it?"A moment later, a calm, synthetic voice responded directly in his ear. “Your mission objective was to escape captivity within a timeframe of five hours. The completion status indicates that you were able to do so successfully within that allotted period.”Alexander grimaced at the mechanical explanation, visibly displeased. It felt too s