At that moment Serenity folded her arms on the table, her gaze direct and unyielding. “I didn’t call you here for pleasantries, Sir Bernard,” she said. “It’s about Damien.”Hearing what Serenity just said Bernard blinked, his expression shifting slightly with confusion. “Damien?”“Yes,” she nodded, not hesitating. “I need your help. I need you to talk to him. Convince him to treat my grandfather.”There was a brief pause, followed by a quiet chuckle of disbelief from Sir Bernard. “Treat… your grandfather?” His brows furrowed. “You mean, Damien?”“Yes,” Serenity said again, firmer this time. “I know it sounds strange, but I’ve confirmed it. Damien is the one. He’s the Miraculous Doctor’s apprentice.”That left Bernard stunned. He leaned back in his seat, eyes slightly widened as he tried to reconcile the boy he once knew with the weight of the title she just dropped. “That’s… that’s impossible.”“It’s not,” Serenity replied. “He’s the only one who can save my grandfather now. Please, I

The air shifted the moment he stepped into the room.Tall, rigid, and cloaked in a dark green uniform trimmed with silver insignias only a few in the country could recognize—he didn’t need to announce himself. His presence allow was the announcement. The steel in his eyes said everything: he wasn’t just mourning.He was hunting.The uniform belonged to a shadowed division within the military—elite, rarely seen, never acknowledged publicly. A unit whispered about among generals, where each soldier was forged through battle, secrecy, and silent bloodshed. Every man in that branch was a walking weapon. And he wasn’t just one of them—he was one of the best.At that moment London’s mother turned her tear-streaked face toward him. The flicker of hope in her eyes was faint, buried under the weight of grief. She didn’t say a word, just looked at him with trembling lips, as if expecting him to fix everything with a blink.Their father stiffened as he stepped closer to the casket. The room qui

Seeing the document on Damien hands, Megan’s eyes locked on the paper Damien held. Her face froze, and for a brief moment, she forgot to breathe.Without being told she could tell that was it. That was the same document—down to the formatting, the margin spacing, even the signature line that had her initials on it. Her heart jumped to her throat.But instinct kicked in, she blinked fast and scoffed, forcing out a weak laugh. “This… this is fake,” she said, her voice sharper than intended. “Where did you even get this? Are you stalking me now, Damien? Are you hiding in corners, collecting lies?”She shot to her feet, trying to reclaim control of the room with sheer volume. “I didn’t send this! Anyone could have forged this! Where’s your proof that it was me?”However her hands were trembling at her sides, but she didn’t let them rise into view.Then her eyes darted between Damien and the document, trying to find an escape in denial.“I didn’t do this,” she repeated louder, voice crac

Immediately Uncle Bernard eyebrows pushed up little but he didn't say anything.As the chairman’s voice was cold and precise, each word falling like the crack of a gavel.“Alongside the fine,” he continued, “your company will be placed under probation.”Uncle Bernard’s brows furrowed instantly.“Six months,” the chairman went on, “of zero production. Not a single item leaves your factory floor. That is your initial probation period.”At that moment Damien’s was still remain calm, but he said nothing yet.“And after that,” the chairman added, flipping to another page, “you’ll enter what we call a life probation. For one year, you will be required to submit no fewer than fifty products—each subject to full regulatory scrutiny. If even one batch fails our expectations or deviates from the new standards, the company will be shut down permanently, and would be License revoked, and name erased.”At that moment a quiet murmur ran through the board members at the table. But Uncle Bernard didn

Damien’s tone was still composed, but his words hit with precision like sharpened steel.his gaze sweeping the entire panel with contempt that couldn’t be missed.“You’ve kept quiet long enough,” he said, his voice low but firm. Then he pointed—straight at them.“All of you. You’ve destroyed innocent people long enough. And the worst part? You think you’re untouchable.”Some committee members shifted uneasily. One cleared his throat but said nothing.“You think the world revolves around you,” Damien continued. “You think you can twist laws, make up punishments that suit your egos—punish anyone you don’t like, simply because you can.”His words cut deeper than raised voices ever could.“And let’s talk about the so-called crime here. A product fell below standard. That happens. There are clear procedures for this kind of thing. You fine the company—between ten and fifty thousand dollars—standard penalty.”He paused deliberately, letting the weight of his words settle.“They’ve agreed to