Chapter twelve Elvis's brow furrowed with concern as he asked, "Is everything okay?" Anita's face had transformed from calm to alarm, her eyes wide with fear. She nodded aggressively, her voice trembling. "No, sir... my aged grandfather was involved in an accident. He's already an old man, and the only true support I have in my family."Elvis's expression softened, his voice filled with sympathy. "I'm so sorry!" Anita nodded, her eyes welling up with tears. She looked disoriented, her hands shaking as she clutched her phone.Elvis could see the depth of her emotions, the love she had for her grandfather evident in her every gesture. He felt a pang of compassion, his instincts urging him to offer comfort.Anita composed herself, her voice still shaky. "Please, sir... can you drive my car while I board a taxi straight home? I don't mind you returning it tomorrow." Elvis's eyebrows arched in surprise. He was taken aback by her trust in him, a trust that had developed in less than twenty

Mrs. Nath took a deep breath, her eyes filled with a mix of sadness and determination. "This is difficult," she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. "But a decision must be made, and it must be made now." She looked at Doctor Preston, who nodded in agreement.Mrs. Nath turned to Anita and Maxwell. "We need to decide which course of treatment to take. Doctor Preston has given us two options."Maxwell hesitated, his brow furrowed with concern. "I don't think we can make this decision without the rest of the family present," he said. "Besides, Anita and I are just grandchildren. You're the one who's closest to Grandpa as his biological child."Anita's eyes widened with fear. "But we can't waste any more time," she urged. "Please, can we call the rest of the family and get their input?"Just then, the old man's body began to jerk violently, his eyes rolling back in his head. The Johnsons rushed to his bedside, their faces etched with worry."What's wrong, Doctor?" they asked in uni

"What's happening? Doctor, please do something!" Mrs. Nath's voice was laced with panic as she stared at her father, her eyes wide with fear.Dr. Preston quickly picked up the Transcutaneous Electrical Nerve Stimulation (TENS) unit, his hands moving with practiced ease. "Just hold on, I'll stabilize him..."But before he could apply the electrodes, Elvis pushed him aside, his movements swift and decisive. Mrs. Nath and Maxwell yelled in terror, their voices overlapping."What is this fool doing?" Mrs. Nath's face contorted with worry.Dr. Preston's expression darkened, his eyes flashing with anger. "You were just about to commit a murder! And I won't let that happen because of Lady Anita!" Elvis declared, his voice firm and authoritative.The doctor's face turned red with indignation. "What nonsense! This is the highest form of disrespect! Young man, how dare you try to teach me my job?"Mrs. Nath stepped forward, her voice trembling. "Anita, where did you pick this fool from? Don't y

Just then, Mrs. Nath's voice rang out, her words trembling with emotion. "I felt my father's hand move just now!" she declared, her eyes fixed on the old man's lifeless body.Dr. Preston's laughter was cold and condescending. "Mrs. Nath, I know this is hard on you, but please accept my sympathy. Your father is dead. This fool killed him with his unprofessional technique!" He hissed, his eyes narrowing at Elvis.His voice dripped with sarcasm as he continued, "Your father was a good man. He was the one who helped me establish my biggest hospital here in this country. I really wished this fool didn't interrupt me and had allowed me to do my job. May his soul find rest!"Maxwell's face twisted in anger, his fists clenched. "I'm sure he used voodoo... you'll rot in jail!" he yelled, taking a step towards the door to get the police.But suddenly, Anita's voice cut through the air, her words filled with excitement. "Grandfather!" she yelled, her eyes fixed on the old man's face.Everyone tu

Elvis's mind replayed the events like a movie on repeat. The words he'd spoken, the acupuncture procedures – everything had been guided by the ring's signals. He stared at the ring, a mix of awe and unease swirling in his chest. "This ring is powerful," he whispered to himself, his eyes fixed on the band.Mrs. Nath's gentle voice broke the spell. "Sir Elvis, I'm so sorry for everything I said and did earlier. Thank you for saving my father's life." Elvis's gaze shifted to hers, and he offered a soft smile. He couldn't help but notice the stark contrast between her current demeanor and the fiery rant that had almost gotten him thrown out of the ward.Maxwell cleared his throat, his eyes cast downward in shame. "I...I owe you an apology too, Sir," he mumbled, his words barely audible. Elvis's smile faltered for a moment before he replied, "I'm just glad I could help your grandfather."As he spoke, Elvis's mind still lingered on the ring's mysterious power. How could it possibly know wha