“Did you see that well?” Maya asked, still raising her hand in the air. “Gerald wanted me to show you–”“What is the meaning of this?” Daven barked, slamming the phone away from his face. The image on the phone irritated and irked him to the bone and that was the last thing he expected to see. “How dare you! That’s my phone!” Maya yelled, with a glare before rushing to pick up the phone. However, she saw that it was already damaged which in turn got her really angry. “Look what you have done!” She hurled the phone straight at him but Daven caught it in his hand. His hand held the phone in the air and he stared back at her with a deadly gaze. “Why…why…are you looking at me that way?” Maya stuttered, stepping away from him. Fear gripped her insides as something in Daven’s eyes was so unfamiliar and discomforting. This was not the Daven she knew. “Tell me, what the fuck is going on!” Daven demanded. “Why do you have...” He stopped talking and took a deep breath to reconstruct the app

Daven’s decision to leave his sister out of his business was firm and no matter how she cried and begged, he didn't listen to her. He wanted Gerald to rot in jail and also his sister should learn a lesson. But little did he know that Arya wasn't going to let him go. It had been hours since Daven had the discussion with his sister and now, he was seated by his father’s side, feeding him some porridge and stew. “Your surgery is scheduled for tomorrow. Don’t worry, you will be fine.” Daven assured his father with a smile. However, his father didn't share the same sentiments and excitement as him. “Where did you get the money for the surgery, Daven?” James King spoke up, his voice frail but firm. He wanted an answer immediately from his son. “What do you mean, father?” Daven tried to brush it off but with the hostile and firm look in his father’s eyes, he knew the discussion wasn't just going to die off. “I mean, where did you get the money?” James repeated, visibly ge

Right at this moment, when Daven needed the System’s guidance, the robotic voice didn't come. His mind was silent.“Damn it!” Daven cursed as he asked for the level 2 of the medical system. As expected, several medical information were right there but nothing really helpful for his father. At that moment, Daven realized he needed to act fast, and he couldn't depend on the system. And the one thing he was sure of was that his father needed to be transferred to another hospital in a sterile environment. His eyes zeroed in on the entrance of the parking lot of the hospital, and he quickly had an idea. “Can I go in to get my father myself?” Daven asked Gerald, who was puffing his chest up and down. “Beg me.” Gerald sneered, with a jestful expression. Daven almost lost his cool, wanting to punch Gerald in his face. But he held himself back, and he determined that he didn't need to ask for permission. Before they knew it, he went past Gerald, going straight for the entrance. “Stop ri

Daven’s words sent shock waves through the police cell, and everyone thought he had gone nuts. Even the doctor who had helped him felt his knees go weak at the mention of suing Lady West. And then suddenly, Lady West laughed out loud, her tone mocking and her eyes condescending. “Don’t you think you are getting ahead of yourself?” She sneered. “You only came across my son because his father chose not to send him to an Ivy League school!”“Gerald wasn't supposed to mingle with paupers like you!” She banged on the cell door with a force that almost shook the entire building. “And here you stand before me, thinking you can sue me? You foolish child, your parents must be so disappointed in you.”However, Daven was unfazed. He took a deep breath and only stared forward like Lady West was invincible. Everyone expected him to fall on his knees and beg, but that didn't happen. Even the doctor got more scared. “Daven…” The doctor held onto the hem of his shirt. “Don’t escalate this furthe

Daven, alongside the doctor who kept following him around relentlessly, boarded a cab back to the hospital where James King was being treated. However, the drive was silent, with the doctor looking very disturbed and apologetic. “You can say whatever you want to say, doctor. Maybe you can then get away from me.” Daven said, with his gaze set outside the window of the car. The doctor was clearly older and yet, he had no decency to stand up for both of them. “I am sorry. I never knew you had a plan in mind. I shouldn't have just cowered that way.” The doctor said, his tone sounding sincere. Daven was, however, impressed that the doctor could apologize. After all, a lot of older people would never apologize to people younger than themselves. Also, Daven didn't want to escalate the issue further, so he nodded. “I understand you, doctor…”“Marcel!”“Doctor Marcel…it’s good you saw your own faults. I would want to be a doctor someday, and I definitely don’t want to look up to people w