Logan stood outside the glass doors of the ICU, his heart thudding heavily against his ribs. Behind the sterile, sealed barrier lay Charlotte—unconscious, pale, and hooked to tubes that beeped rhythmically like countdowns to doom. The doctors had said her condition was critical and worsening. Now, even with all the machines and drugs, they had quietly begun preparing her family for the worst.But Logan couldn’t accept that. Not now. Not after what had happened earlier. The surge of light he felt when he accidentally bled on the cube had changed everything. It wasn’t imagination. He had felt the pulse of knowledge course through his mind like a river breaking through a dam.He could feel medicine, human anatomy, diagnostic protocols, rare and obscure illnesses... swirling in his head as if he’d studied them for decades.He couldn’t explain it—not in a way anyone would understand. But deep inside, he knew Charlotte didn’t have to die.Logan stepped toward the ICU desk where three

“You really expect us to believe this nonsense?” Another doctor scoffed, folding his arms across his chest. “You're not a licensed practitioner. You don't belong here, and whatever ‘miracle’ you're planning might just land you in a prison cell.”Dr. Mendez, the other physician, nodded grimly, facing Barbara. “Mrs Sullivan, you mustn’t take any step forward. If anything happens to Charlotte, you will be held responsible. We’re witnesses to this absurdity, and so is the security camera.”Barbara stood frozen, eyes flickering between the doctors and Logan. Her heart pounded with anxiety. She wanted to believe Logan, but the risk was overwhelming. Charlotte’s life hung in the balance, and the fear of being the one to cause her harm gnawed at her core. She turned to John, hoping he would echo the doctors’ caution.But John surprised them all.“… let him try,” he said, voice calm but firm. “What’s the worst that could happen? They’ve already said she only has a few days left. At least

The heavy footsteps of police officers echoed through the sterile corridor of the hospital. Their presence turned heads, and tension flared like wildfire. One of the doctors, a tall man with a clenched jaw, immediately pointed toward Logan.“There,” he barked, gesturing furiously. “That’s the man. Mr Brooks. He’s the one we called about. He just killed his wife—gave her something poisonous despite our repeated warnings. He rushed her death, and he must face the consequences. Arrest him immediately.”Gasps filled the hallway. Barbara was already beside herself with grief. Her face crumpled with anguish as she stepped forward, trembling, pointing a shaking finger at Logan.“They warned you!” she cried out. “One of them even said Charlotte still had a 50% chance to live! They could’ve found a cure—there was still time before the day they said she’d die! But you… you ruined everything!”Her voice cracked, and she let out a piercing wail that startled even the officers. “You murdered

The two doctors stood stiffly in the ward, red-faced and flushed, as though the floor beneath them had begun to crack open. Shame clung to them like wet clothes. Their gazes flickered between Charlotte—alive, awake, and very much breathing—and Logan, who stood beside her like a storm held back by sheer will.One of them cleared his throat awkwardly. “We… we acknowledge the mistake. Nobody is above error. It’s… it’s just that Mr Brooks was lucky with those unverified herbs. That doesn’t make him a—”Logan cut him off coldly, his voice sharp and low. “A champion?” He tilted his head slowly, mock curiosity hardening into contempt. “You people were ready to bury her without even confirming she was dead. You called the police instead of doing your jobs. And now you want to hide behind ‘nobody is above mistake’? You don’t deserve to wear those white coats.”The second doctor opened his mouth, but then caught Barbara’s withering glare. It was a look so biting, so silently accusatory, t

John stood in the living room, face hard with fury upon hearing how everyone—including his own family—had assumed Charlotte dead. How Ava had already taken over Elysian Bloom. And worst of all, how they’d said that maybe Chloe could carry on Charlotte’s “sweetness” once she was gone. It wasn’t just shocking—it was betrayal, plain and cruel. “I’m done sitting back and watching them bury you alive,” John had said then, his voice low and resolute. “Come with me.” Within minutes, they were at the Sullivan family mansion. The soft thud of the front door closing behind them echoed faintly as Charlotte, Barbara, and John stood at the threshold, framed by the polished marble floors and glittering chandelier. The air inside the house was heavy with silence, the kind that settles over places where unspeakable decisions have already been made. Tension radiated between them. John’s stride was firm, each step echoing determination and righteous fury. Beside him, Barbara clutched Charlot