Elvis could see the relief on Mr. Johnson’s face. The man’s shoulders, which had been stiff with worry moments ago, slowly eased. Without a doubt, it was obvious he loved his wife more than anything else in the world.But then Mr. Johnson’s expression shifted again. His eyes darkened, and his lips trembled slightly as if he had something heavier to reveal.“There’s another problem,” he finally said, his voice low and burdened.Elvis leaned forward, alert. “What is it, sir?”Mr. Johnson took a deep breath, his hands twisting together nervously. “Over the years, I kept myself busy reading—anything that could give me hope, anything that spoke of restoring life. I found comfort in my father-in-law’s ancient library. Most of the books were strange, filled with forgotten tales and myths. But one story stayed with me.” He paused, his eyes glistening. “The story of the king of all stones.”Elvis frowned slightly. “The king of all stones?” Elvis questioned wanting to know more since he also fe

The room smelled of fear and sweat. Mr. Johnson sat tied to a chair, his eyes burning with anger, while Thomas paced the floor like a restless wolf.“Boss… what should we do now? This is trouble!” the hefty man stammered, his hands trembling.“You better keep your mouth shut and let me think!” Thomas snapped, pointing at him sharply. His voice echoed against the walls. He turned again, his steps heavy, his mind racing.Then, stopping abruptly, he shouted, “Untie my dad, you fool!”The men scrambled to obey. Rope fell from Mr. Johnson’s wrists, but his body remained stiff, his gaze piercing through his son.“Dad,” Thomas said, his tone softening just for a second, “I’m sorry this happened. But now… now you’re going to help me. I already have my life figured out. No one is going to ruin it.” He stepped closer, his breath quick, his eyes blazing with determination. “Connect me to Elvis. He is my target.”Mr. Johnson’s voice came out deep, firm, and trembling with pain. “Thomas… you’re no

“Please try harder! You’re our only hope!” Mr. Johnson’s voice cracked, his eyes wet with helplessness. He gripped Elvis’s arm tightly, almost like he wanted to draw strength from him.Elvis stood frozen, his eyes locked on the glowing scroll in his hands. Suddenly, words formed across the parchment in fiery letters. His throat went dry as he read them aloud, “She has just seventy-two hours left… before we lose her forever.”The room fell into a suffocating silence. Then, panic burst through Thomas. “No! No, this can’t happen!” His knees buckled as he rushed to his mother’s bedside. Her body was still cold, her breaths shallow. With trembling hands, he touched her arm as tears rolled down his face. “Please, Elvis, do everything within your power to save her. I don’t want to lose her again. I was broken when I thought she was gone before. I became reckless, I lost myself—please, I can’t lose her now.”But before Elvis could answer, Mr. Johnson’s stern voice rang sharply, slicing throug

Elvis and Anita arrived just in time, stepping out of the car just as nurse Celine was leaving the police station. Her steps were slow and heavy, her skin pale, her body looking malnourished from sleepless nights behind bars. “Nurse Celine!” Anita called, her voice sharp with concern. Celine turned her head, recognized them, and hissed under her breath. Instead of answering, she quickened her steps, almost limping as she moved down the narrow street. “Please, wait!” Anita shouted again. She and Elvis ran after her. Their shoes hit the rough pavement as if they were chasing down a criminal, but it wasn’t a chase—it was desperation. After a long walk, Celine finally stopped and spun around. Her eyes were red, tired, and guarded. “What do you want from me?” she demanded, her voice breaking. “Are you here to accuse me like Williams did? Should I go back to prison? If that’s what you want, fine! I don’t even care anymore.” Her words cut through Anita’s chest. Elvis raised his hand

Mr. Johnson’s heart was pounding with joy as he rushed forward. His eyes glistened, his face brighter than it had been in years. When he reached where Elvis and Celine stood, he nearly dropped to his knees. His body trembled, his lips moving with gratitude.“Thank you, Elvis,” he cried, his voice breaking. “You’ve returned my joy back to me after so many painful years!”Elvis quickly reached out, stopping him before he could kneel completely. “Please, sir, don’t do that. You don’t need to bow before me,” he said firmly but respectfully.Mr. Johnson’s eyes shifted to Celine, and his expression softened even more. He placed a trembling hand over his chest. he said warmly, “my family and I are indebted to you. You’ve done for us what no money, no power could buy. Ask for anything you want, and I will make it possible.”Celine gave him a polite smile and bowed her head slightly. “For now, sir, I have no need. But when the time is right, I’ll let you know.”Mr. Johnson nodded deeply, his v