“It seems the Abyssal Dominion aren’t as mighty as they claim. Even a child could swat you aside with ease,” Robin's voice dripped with scorn as his gaze swept across the remaining men, his mockery cutting sharp and merciless.The room immediately went silent. It was already silent from the shock of what had just happened, but Robin’s words made it even heavier, so still that the only sound echoing was the pounding of their own heartbeats. Of course, everyone knew Robin was exaggerating, after all, they had witnessed one of the Abyssal Dominion's man effortlessly defeat Chester, Lena's guard. Yet, despite that, their gazes shifted restlessly between him, the Abyssal Dominion thug sprawled on the floor, and the others still on their feet.A troubling thought gnawed at them—could there be truth in his words? Were the Abyssal Dominion’s men truly not as powerful as they made themselves out to be, their strength only seeming so because the guards of the Tremendous Five were nothing but w

At the very instant the dagger was about to pierce his ribs, Robin’s body shifted. The blade missed by the barest fraction, grazing his shirt and skin. A thin wound opened across his side, blood trickling down. “You!” the thug snarled, furious that his strike had failed. His eyes blazed with madness. “I said die!” he roared, thrusting the dagger again with vicious force. But Robin, though still half-blinded, had already locked onto his intent. Two fingers snapped forward, catching the blade mid-thrust. The thug’s face twitched violently. He pressed with all his strength, veins bulging in his neck, but the dagger refused to move an inch forward. It was as though an iron clamp had seized it. Snarling, he tried to yank it back, but it still wouldn’t budge. His bloodshot eyes widened in fury. “Let go!” he bellowed. “Hmph.” Robin’s cold snort cut through the air. With the slightest pressure of his fingers— CRACK! The dagger shattered into two pieces, fragments clattering a

“Fine,” he finally said, turning to Robin. “Sir, I’ll sell the hospital to you. Please, just give me whatever price you believe is fair. I only need enough to settle the patients and staff.” Though his worries lingered, his daughter’s happiness mattered more than anything else. If letting Robin have the hospital would bring her joy—and perhaps even create a path for her to get closer to him—then he was willing to go through with it. Even if they had to leave the hospital afterward, he knew his daughter would always find reasons to return, giving her the chance to nurture whatever bond might form. All he could do was pray Robin would survive long enough for her to have that chance.At his words, Robin's brows couldn't help but narrow. Even though Clara had spoken in a whisper, his heightened senses had picked up every word. The sudden shift in her stance left him baffled. Why the change of heart so quickly? Or was this just her nature—fickle, indecisive? His eyes drifted toward her, s

At Walter’s words, though he never revealed the account balance, everyone’s attention snapped back to the small card in his hand—and then to Robin. Could his black card really hold the kind of balance that had left Walter speechless? From Walter’s words, the twenty million had cleared without issue, and everyone knew only those with billions in liquid wealth could even qualify for such a card. Was Robin truly one of those people?Sheila glanced at Robin, her heart tightening. He kept surprising her. When she met him, she'd thought herself the privileged one, yet he was the real deal—and he carried it with such humility. Her pulse quickened. That quiet confidence of his… it made him impossibly attractive.Clara, on the other hand, felt a rush of excitement. Her gaze glittered, her body tingling. Had she just hooked the catch of a lifetime? The thought alone made her dizzy, her attraction for Robin shooting through the roof.Off to side, seeing all these, Julian was beside himself in

“Master,” he stepped forward, handing over the bag and Walter’s card.“Did you get everything?” Walter asked, slipping the card into his pocket before checking the contents of the bag. He sifted through quickly, picking out the items required for Lena.“Hm.” Julian gave a curt nod.Once he had separated what was needed, Walter passed the bag back to Julian. “You’ll handle the other patients,” he instructed. Pulling out his notepad, he scribbled down a list of diagnoses and instructions. After a moment, he handed it to Julian. “This outlines what’s wrong with each patient and how to treat them. Follow every step exactly—no mistakes.”Given his skill, Walter had already identified their conditions during registration. He knew their cures; the only risk now was Julian’s precision. If Julian executed everything properly, they would all recover.Turning to Clara, Walter added, “Go with him. Make sure he doesn’t slip up.”Clara hesitated, a slight crease forming between her brows. “Dad, do