James slammed his fist down on his desk, sending papers, pens, and other office supplies flying in all directions. The loud thud echoed through the room, a physical manifestation of his seething anger. He stood there, chest heaving, as the realization that he had unwittingly sold his prized tower to Calvin Hudson gnawed at him. The bitter taste of defeat lingered in his mouth, making him feel nauseous."How could this happen?" James muttered to himself, pacing back and forth in his opulent office. "Calvin Hudson, of all people!"He couldn't wrap his mind around it. How could Calvin, a man he had always regarded as insignificant and destitute, afford to buy an entire tower? Where did he get the money from? James's mind raced, desperately searching for answers."It doesn't make any sense," he murmured, stopping to stare out the window. The skyline of the city seemed to mock him. It wasn't just the financial aspect that baffled him; it was Calvin's sudden transformation. The man who had

Calvin's fingers hovered over the screen, ready to end the call. The voice on the other end was shaky, desperate, laced with a venom that only despair can brew. He could hear the ragged breaths, the suppressed sobs that spoke of nights without sleep, days filled with worry."You don't understand, Calvin. Because of what you've done, someone could die."Calvin's jaw clenched, his teeth grinding against the frustration building within him. His thumb hovered, ready to disconnect. "I'm hanging up.""No, wait!" The voice on the other end rose, a mix of pleading and anger, a last-ditch effort to be heard. "You’ve taken away my only source of income. I can’t afford my son’s medical bills now. He’s going to be kicked out of the hospital. Do you hear me? My son!"Calvin froze, his hand trembling slightly. A cold realization settled over him, seeping into his bones. This wasn't just some random caller. The morning's events replayed in his mind—the manager at the real estate office, his sneering

Thomas watched in stunned silence, his breath catching in his throat as he saw the glow envelop his son. The light emanating from Calvin’s hands bathed Oliver in a gentle, pulsating warmth, casting a soft, ethereal glow around the room. It was as if the very air hummed with a strange, comforting energy, a resonance that seemed to calm both Thomas and his son.“The tumor on his stomach is not only one. There’s more underneath,” Calvin said, his voice a low murmur filled with concentration.“W-what? The doctor never said that. And how do you know he had a tumor? I never mention it,” Thomas stammered, his eyes widening in shock and fear.“It’s difficult to see, even with sophisticated technology,” Calvin answered calmly, his focus unwavering. “But I can feel them. I can see them in a way the machines cannot.”Thomas felt a chill run down his spine, the gravity of Calvin’s words sinking in. He watched as Calvin’s face tightened with effort, the glow from his hands intensifying. Calvin's e

The nurse hurried off, leaving Thomas standing in the lobby. Around him, murmurs of curiosity and concern filled the air. Kevin Lang’s actions had left everyone on edge.Minutes later, a doctor arrived, his expression cautious. "Mr. Jackson, I understand your concern, but we need to ensure Oliver's recovery is complete."Thomas led the doctor to Oliver’s room. The doctor performed a quick examination, his frown deepening with each positive result. Finally, he sighed and turned to Thomas. "It seems your son is indeed in remarkable condition. If you truly believe he’s ready to leave, we won't stop you."Thomas nodded, grateful but still resolute. "Thank you, doctor. I appreciate your understanding."Returning to the reception desk, Thomas finalized the discharge paperwork. "I'll pay whatever I owe," he said, pulling out his wallet. "Just tell me the amount."The nurse calculated the remaining balance and handed Thomas the bill. He handed over the money, his heart heavy but his spirit li

Calvin could already feel what this place would do: rejuvenate and bring peace to the people who needed it. Calvin presented his minute and stood back to look at the progress he had created. And there was the clinic, nearly ready to be in use. Satisfied, he felt, but he knew pretty well that the real work was tomorrow. It was Tina, coming up to him like a shadow with a clipboard."Everything's on track, Mr. Hudson. We've had a fabulous response from the medical community. Your reputation helps."Calvin laughed quietly. "A reputation, I hope, for the right kind of things.""Yes, it is," Tina assured."Everyone here believes in what you are doing."Again, Calvins, now with an opportunity and chutzpah, nodded. "Make sure we prepare for tomorrow. Everything should be perfect."To this which Calvin saw a vision, an assignment of working into the sunset, with a shared objective of making a difference. When the clinic was finally ready to open, Calvin felt this was an accomplishment of sheer