At that moment, Tyler stood completely still, his face calm and steady, showing no emotion. Evelyn and her family watched him from a distance, their expressions still full of disgust and disdain, clearly doubting Tyler's capability. The air in the room felt heavy, like nobody believed he could actually do anything.Ignoring their cold stares, Tyler carefully moved closer to the old man who lay quietly on the bed. With gentle hands, he slowly opened the old man's shirt, revealing what was underneath. Instantly, Tyler's eyes narrowed as he took in the horrific sight before him.The old man's body was no longer the healthy, warm color it used to be. Now, his skin had turned frighteningly pale, like a ghost, cold and lifeless. The skin itself seemed fragile, almost as if touching it too roughly might cause it to break apart.Even worse, thick black veins spread wildly across his body, creeping from his neck down through his chest, and stretching all the way to his thin, weak hands. These

At that moment, Sophia was still rooted in shock, her entire body shaking slightly as she tried to grasp what had just happened in front of her eyes. Her mind was racing, replaying Tyler's actions the placement of those needles, the impossible levitation, and the overwhelming aura she had felt.Suddenly, Evelyn's parents turned towards Sophia, their faces filled with righteous anger and barely-concealed disdain. Evelyn’s mother, forcing herself into a respectful stance, stepped forward, her voice carefully masking her frustration.“Miss Sophia,” she began, her tone falsely polite but clearly filled with contempt, “you see what we've been telling you all this while? Tyler is nothing but a fraud. Look at him he has just killed my father in law.”Immediately after, Evelyn's father joined in, his voice trembling with anger, bitterness evident in his words. “Exactly! This boy has killed my father cold-bloodedly, Miss Sophia. He's nothing but a quack, a nobody! How dare he pretend to know

At that moment, without wasting another second, the entire family rushed anxiously toward the old man's bed, their footsteps heavy and hurried. The tense silence was instantly shattered by the urgent shuffling of feet and whispered gasps of disbelief.Upon reaching the bedside, they halted abruptly, their breaths held tightly in their chests. Right before their eyes, something extraordinary was happening, something they had thought impossible.The old man had slowly opened his eyes, and his breathing, previously unnoticeable, was now steady and strong. His chest rose and fell rhythmically, each breath more confident than the last. Most astonishingly, his skin, which moments ago had been pale, ghostly white, was now gradually returning to its natural, healthy color. The dark, ominous black veins that had crisscrossed his body had begun to fade, retreating as if chased away by some invisible force.At that moment the family stood rooted in shock, utterly speechless. Evelyn turned towar

On his father house London was on his knees, his entire frame heavy with shame, his head hung low, almost touching the cold marble floor beneath him. His palms were clenched tightly against his thighs, his body stiff, as though any movement would worsen the disgrace already seeping through his skin. The weight of humiliation pressed down on him like a mountain, suffocating, leaving no space for pride or defense.Before him, seated in grand leather chairs, were his father and elder brother. The air between them was thick, heavy with disappointment, and the silence was sharp enough to cut through bone. His father sat straight, back firm, eyes cold and hard like chiseled stone. His elder brother crossed his legs, resting one arm on the chair's side, his gaze sharp, filled with nothing but contempt.Without warning, his father raised his hand and pointed a rigid, accusing finger directly at London, his voice like gravel dragged across stone.“I am very disappointed in you, London,” his f

Hearing what Marcus just said, London stood completely still, his body frozen in place, as though the very air around him had turned into solid ice. His breathing slowed, his mind struggling to process what was coming through the phone.He couldn’t believe it.This wasn’t the call he imagined. This wasn’t the update he was expecting. In his mind, Marcus should have been laughing by now, giving him play-by-play details of how they crushed Tyler’s dignity how they humiliated him beyond repair.For that he had called Marcus confidently, fully assured that Tyler had been reduced to nothing but dust under Marcus’ feet, that his name was now tainted, that his pride was destroyed.But now… now, hearing Marcus’ frantic, disbelieving voice, London felt a cold emptiness settle inside him.His mouth opened slightly, but no words came at first. His mind just kept playing Marcus’ words over and over like a bad dream he couldn’t wake up from.He didn't understand how the bastard… that nobody… had w