“What?”Freya blinked, thinking she must’ve misheard. She stared at Hudson in disbelief. Did he just say the word divorce? she asked herself.Hudson—who had followed her around for five years, supported her, and depended on her—was now asking for a divorce? That didn’t make sense.She quickly brushed off the shock and scoffed. He couldn’t be serious. This had to be a scare tactic.He’s bluffing, she thought. He wouldn’t dare divorce me. If anyone should be threatening to leave, it’s me!Her expression darkened. “Wow. A few days of freedom and now you think you’ve grown wings, huh?” she snapped. “You really think you have the guts to divorce me?”Freya crossed her arms and sneered. “Hudson, if you’re really gonna act like this, then starting today, I won’t give you a single cent. Let’s see how long that attitude lasts.”She was confident. Hudson always gave in. He adored her. A few harsh words and he’d be back to apologizing like always. Feeling smug, she turned away and resumed packi

It wasn't a marriage built on love—Freya had no emotional connection with him, and she felt uncomfortable around strangers. Early on, she told Hudson she needed time to adjust and asked for space. Respecting her wishes—and bound by an oath—Hudson agreed.But over time, Freya only grew more distant. Hudson kept a low profile, often staying home and handling the cooking and housework, which made Freya lose even more respect for him. The more she saw him as weak, the more disgusted she became.And so, five years passed—without them ever truly becoming a couple.Now, with nowhere else to go, Hudson found himself wandering into a public park. He’d planned to check into a hotel for the night, but when he got to the entrance, he remembered: he didn’t have a single cent to his name.The park was still busy with people. Hudson found a quiet gazebo, sat down, and closed his eyes, thinking carefully about what to do next. So far, he’d learned enough—some pieces of the puzzle were finally coming

It’s impossible to fall twice in the same place. The last time Hudson opened up and tried to be a decent man, he was treated like garbage—for five whole years. He wasn’t going to waste any more time on women. That part of his life was closed.He shook his head and said quietly, “Your grandfather’s condition is old and deep-rooted. Even one of the best doctors in the City might not be able to cure it.”Ivory’s face clouded with sadness.Arlo gently helped his granddaughter to her feet and turned to Hudson with a kind expression. “Young man, don’t trouble yourself over an old man’s illness. Some things are just part of life.” Then he added, “But since fate brought us together, and it seems you have nowhere to go—if you don’t mind—you’re welcome to stay here.”As a seasoned martial artist, Arlo had keen instincts. When he had come to the park earlier that day to train his granddaughter, he’d already noticed Hudson in the gazebo. Judging by his worn clothes and the backpack slung over his

“What are you talking about?” Adrian was confused. Dr. Martinez had been the one performing the treatment—how could any of this be the fault of that random kid?Now that he had found a scapegoat, Dr. Martinez’s panic subsided. He adopted a serious, professional tone as he explained, “Mr. Lewis, you know better than anyone—I absolutely cannot be disturbed while treating someone.”“needle therapy relies on the flow of qi. If that flow is interrupted, it can cause blockages and complications.”“When I was inserting the needle earlier, that young man’s voice broke my concentration. I thought it was a minor distraction and continued anyway, but clearly, it had an effect. The needle didn’t work as it should have.”Dr. Martinez had lived over sixty years. He was well-practiced in shifting blame without breaking a sweat, and his explanation came off smooth and convincing.Adrian was skeptical. As a martial artist himself, he understood how qi worked, and he knew that interruptions could have

"Sir, please let me be your student!" Dr. Martinez practically worshiped the ground Hudson walked on. He looked at him with pleading eyes, full of excitement and admiration.Anyone who witnessed Hudson’s treatment of Mr. Lewis could easily see who had the superior medical skills. Dr. Martinez might be old enough to be Hudson’s grandfather, but in his eyes, age didn’t matter when it came to medicine—whoever had the greater skill was worthy of respect.Dr. Martinez knew very well that if he didn’t take this chance to connect with Hudson—and hopefully get forgiven—he might never learn the legendary Needle Technique.He’d spent most of his life searching for this technique. At this point, kneeling was nothing—he’d even eat dirt if Hudson asked. But ironically, Hudson didn’t ask for anything at all.His sudden kneeling caught Hudson completely off guard. He hadn’t expected Dr. Martinez to put his pride aside so quickly. The man who was arrogant just minutes ago—acting like he owned the ro