A few of them lowered their gazes, hesitant.But Damien? Damien didn’t flinch.Instead, he smirked—a quiet, knowing smirk that made Maxwell’s stomach twist with unease.“You’re nervous,” Damien said calmly, his voice almost amused.Maxwell’s expression darkened. “What?”“You’re trying too hard to convince them. You’re scared because you know what’s about to happen.”At that moment the room held its breath as a sharp, rhythmic beeping from the monitor filled the room, each sound piercing through the thick air like a warning siren.A wave of panic crashed over the Mayor’s family. Their once skeptical faces twisted with fear as they saw the lines on the machine fluctuate erratically.“She’s going into cardiac arrest!” someone screamed.The chaos erupted almost instantly.One of the nurses with Dr Maxwell earlier rushed forward, instinctively reaching for an oxygen mask, while another tried to check for a pulse.The Mayor, his hands trembling, couldn’t breathe properly. He watched as his

At that moment The weight of the moment settled like a heavy cloud over the room. Dr. Maxwell was on his knees, his head bowed low, his hands clenched together in desperation he didn't want to lose everything. His once-proud demeanor was nowhere to be found. His lips trembled as he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.“Dr.Damien… please… I beg you,” he stammered, his throat dry, his pride shattered into pieces. “I—I was wrong… I should never have doubted you. Please forgive me.”Damien stood tall, his expression unreadable. His dark eyes bore into Maxwell with an unsettling calmness. He didn’t move, didn’t blink. He simply let the words sink in, let Maxwell feel the weight of his own disgrace.The mayor, still overwhelmed by the miracle he had just witnessed, turned to Maxwell with disgust. His voice was sharp, cutting through the tension like a blade.“Forgive you?” the mayor scoffed. “If we had listened to you to this point, my mother would be dead by now! You stood here, parad

Valentina's shoulders were tense, her fingers nervously clutching at the hem of her dress as she listened to Damien. He stood with his hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable, but there was something sharp in his gaze—something that told her he hadn’t entirely forgiven her just yet.At that moment She swallowed hard. “I… I know I was wrong,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I should have just kept quiet. I shouldn’t have—”Damien cut her off with a sigh. “You didn’t just doubt me, Valentina. You attacked me. You called me a fraud, stood by while your family humiliated me, and let Dr. Maxwell run his mouth like he knew better.” His eyes darkened slightly. “You were ready to let me get thrown out, maybe even locked up, all to protect your pride.”At that moment Valentina clenched her jaw, hating the truth in his words. “I didn’t know what else to do. If I admitted what was happening, they would have found out. Everyone would have known. My career, my future…

At that moment Winston's grip on his phone tightened as Victoria’s words about her friend echoed in his ears. His jaw clenched, his expression darkening. “That bastard…” he muttered under his breath, his voice laced with fury. He could already picture Jessica, standing before her family, blindly defending Damien. It made his blood boil. How could she be so easily manipulated?“He’s got her wrapped around his finger,” Victoria continued, frustration evident in her tone. “And now she’s trying to make everyone believe that he saved her. It’s pathetic.”At that moment Winston exhaled sharply, shaking his head. He wanted to say something, to tell Victoria that things weren’t as simple as they seemed, that he was the one that actually use Jessica but it didn't work.but he held back. His mind raced, trying to figure out how best to navigate this mess without exposing himself, but since Jessica hadn't mentioned his name he took would keep quiet.Victoria, unaware of Winston’s inner turmoil

At that London told Oliver everything he saw and how he saw it.leaned forward, his eyes dark with intrigue. “Ever since then, I've been keeping a close watch. Something doesn't add up,” he muttered, his fingers tapping against the armrest of his chair.“That bastard—Damien—was able to get close to Sophia in such a manner. It’s got me thinking—how? How did he manage that? How long has he been worming his way into her life?”Oliver still, seated across from him, crossed her legs, his expression unreadable. But hos fingers, curled tightly around the stem of her glass, betrayed her growing irritation. “Are you saying Sophia is naive enough to fall for someone like him?” he asked, arching a brow.London scoffed. “Not naive, but maybe reckless. And if she isn’t careful, this could be disastrous. Just think about it. Sophia—the first daughter of the Nathaniel family—tangled up with a mere village doctor? A man with no family name, no social standing. What happens if word gets out? What i