“Mr. Trey, I’m handing her over to you,” Lazarus said heavily, his voice stiff with restraint. “But remember—she is my daughter. Don’t mistreat her.”The words sounded firm, yet beneath them lay fear.Lazarus had heard enough whispers about Romeo Trey’s cruelty—women discarded like toys, spirits crushed, lives ruined beyond repair. This was not truly a warning. It was a father’s last, powerless plea.And Romeo knew it.Even if he brutalized Whitney, the Marlowe family lacked the strength to retaliate. Against the Redblood, Lazarus could do nothing.Romeo’s lips curled into a disgusting grin. He slowly rubbed his hands together, his gaze crawling over Whitney like a predator sizing up its prey. “Relax,” he said lazily. “I’ll be very gentle.”The look in his eyes said otherwise.Rage surged through Lazarus’s veins. For a fleeting moment, he truly wanted to slap that smug face, even if it meant death. But reason strangled the impulse before it could act.He clenched his fists, turned, an

In an instant, a terrifying surge of energy erupted from Romeo’s fist. The pressure was so overwhelming that the air itself seemed to groan, rippling and trembling as if the space around them were on the verge of collapse. The floor beneath their feet cracked faintly, spiderweb fractures spreading outward from the epicenter of that terrifying force.Lazarus’s heart nearly stopped. He instinctively wanted to rush forward and stop it, but reason and fear held him back. He was painfully aware of his own limits. In front of two divine grandmasters clashing, he was nothing more than an ant. All he could do was stagger backward, narrowly dodging the shockwave to avoid being caught in the crossfire.Whitney, however, reacted very differently.Her breath hitched, and her clenched fists slowly relaxed. Hope flickered in her eyes. She knew—she knew—that Adam had already stepped into the Divine Realm. Even if Romeo was a seasoned divine grandmaster, Adam was no longer the powerless man he once a

“Fuck… it really is Adam!”The realization struck Dracula like a bolt of lightning. His pupils shrank violently as fragments of memory slammed into place. “No wonder,” he growled through clenched teeth. “No wonder you looked so familiar…”“Damn it—so it’s you!” Romeo roared, his face twisting with fury and fear.Lazarus and Whitney stood frozen, their minds reeling.The so-called master healer… the mysterious Dr. Miracle… was none other than their sworn enemy—Adam.The name alone carried terror.“Oh no!” Lazarus suddenly shouted, panic overtaking him. His face drained of color as he spun around and sprinted toward Julian’s room, fear choking his thoughts. If the miracle doctor was truly Adam, then Julian was in unimaginable danger.Adam didn’t even spare him a glance.Instead, he turned calmly toward Selena, a faint, almost intimate smile playing on his lips. “Impressive,” he said softly. “You recognized me even through this disguise. It seems you really do understand me—after all, w

Adam extended a strand of spiritual energy and gently probed Selena’s body. The moment his energy reached her lower abdomen, his expression stiffened. There it was—faint, fragile, yet unmistakable. A tiny pulse of life, weak but persistent, resonated with his own aura.For a brief moment, his mind went completely blank.“…There really is a child,” he murmured, more to himself than to anyone else.Slowly, his gaze lifted to Selena. “How can I be sure this child is mine?” he asked coldly, though the sharp edge in his voice wavered slightly.Selena let out a short, humorless laugh. “I’ve only been with you,” she replied flatly. “Unless you think a child can appear out of thin air, who else could it belong to?”Adam’s eyes darkened. “You’re known as the Midnight Mistress,” he said icily. “Cunning, manipulative, deceitful to the bone. You’ve lied to countless people without batting an eye. Why should I believe a single word you say?”Selena clenched her fists, her jaw tightening. “If you d