At that moment Summer’s brow furrowed slightly as she watched her younger sister retreat back toward the hallway with Jason. Her gaze lingered on their backs a little longer than necessary. Something didn’t sit right.“Wait,” she said, walking forward slowly. “Is there… something going on between the two of you?”At that moment Jason turned slightly, confusion flickering in his eyes, while her younger sister immediately waved her hand in protest.“No—nothing like that!” she said quickly, forcing a small, nervous laugh. “We’re just… friends now. That’s all. I mean, he helped us today. Is it wrong to be respectful?”Hearing what her sister just said Summer didn’t say anything at first. She just stared, quiet but sharp-eyed. Jason offered her a small smile, as if to say she was overthinking. “Summer,” he said gently, “you don’t have to worry.”But before she could respond, her sister did something unexpected—she looped her arm into Jason’s and tugged him playfully toward the hallway.

Roland slowly turned toward him. His lips parted slightly as if to argue—but then stopped. For the first time, there was hesitation in his eyes.Valerie looked between them, catching the shift.“It’s a desperate move,” she said carefully. “But it might be our only card.”Another executive chimed in, “And if we play it now, maybe—just maybe—he’ll bite.”The room went silent again, this time not from fear, but from possibility.Then one voice broke through.“Should we just… call him back?” someone asked. “And give him—at least—try to give him a better deal than what they just offered him in that other company?”The tension in the boardroom thickened like fog after a storm.Silence stretched—painfully, uncomfortably.A middle-aged executive with a graying beard slammed his fist lightly on the table. “No,” he said, his voice low but filled with certainty. “That’s not going to work. That’s not even the point anymore.”Eyes turned to him, confused.He continued, “What better deal can we eve

The silence that followed was no longer disbelief—it was stunned realization.Her grandfather slowly looked at her, eyes wide. “He… came?” he said, almost in a whisper, as if the words themselves were too heavy to carry.And for the first time in a very long while, Camilla saw something on her grandfather’s face that she wasn’t used to seeing—uncertainty.Even her uncle, usually quick to argue or brush things aside, was staring at her like she had just said the sky had fallen.“He came?”“What happened? How is that even possible?” Camilla’s uncle couldn’t hold it in anymore. His voice trembled slightly, his earlier disbelief quickly turning into desperate curiosity.Camilla nodded slowly. “He came.”The room fell silent again.“He really came,” she repeated. “The Miracle Doctor. He showed up.”Her grandfather’s jaw tightened as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, trying to make sense of it all. “You’re telling me that the Miracle Doctor came to this hospital… because J

The room had fallen into an eerie silence, only the faint hum of the chandelier above reminding them they were still seated in the grandeur of the Maximilian estate. Camilla’s fingers nervously brushed over her skirt as she glanced between her grandfather and uncle. Their eyes were fixed on her, waiting—demanding—for answers.“It’s just too much,” her uncle muttered, leaning back, his brows furrowed tightly. “How can one person do all of this and no one even knows who he really is? Who is Jason? How is that even possible?”Camilla exhaled slowly. Her voice came quiet at first, almost unsure. “I don’t know if this is bigger than what the Miracle Doctor did… but it’s big,” she said, locking eyes with her grandfather. “It’s just as big.”Her grandfather straightened up, clearly intrigued. His hands clasped the armrest of his chair with a slight tremble—not from age, but from anticipation.“Camilla,” he said, his tone soft but commanding. “Say it. I’m anxious to hear what it is.”She nodd

Camilla’s words lingered in the air, calm but firm, and her grandfather blinked slowly as if trying to process the depth of what she just said. The living room fell quiet for a moment, only the ticking of the antique wall clock echoing faintly.“I understand what you’re saying,” her grandfather finally spoke, his voice softer now but still carrying the weight of authority. “But Camilla… when I see a man like that—Jason—walk into this family, do what he’s done, speak the way he speaks… I see legacy. I see someone who will protect you, who will lead with strength. We’ve waited too long for someone of his kind.”Camilla swallowed. “I know, Papa. And I see it too. But I don’t want to rush him into something he’s not ready for. He’s someone who doesn’t move just because people say he should. He moves when he’s ready—when it feels right.”Her uncle sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “I hate to admit it,” he muttered, “but the boy’s different. I’ve watched how people respond to him. Tha