Antonio ignored the doctor's outburst. Instead, he slowly pointed towards Joey. "Look at her." Everyone's eyes instinctively turned toward the unconscious woman. Another sudden tremor ran through her body. Her fingers curled involuntarily. Her chest rose and fell unevenly. The heart monitor fluctuated again. The irregular rhythm immediately caught everyone's attention. Several nurses exchanged anxious glances. Antonio spoke firmly. "She is deteriorating." No one denied what they were seeing. The senior doctor who had earlier ordered Antonio to leave shook his head impatiently. "I've heard enough." He pointed towards the ward entrance. "You." His voice echoed across the room. "Leave this ward immediately." Antonio didn't move. The doctor took another deliberate step forward. "Did you hear what I said?" Antonio calmly nodded. "I heard you." "Then leave." Antonio slowly shook his head. "No." The doctor's face hardened. "No?" Antonio looked towards Joey again.

The clear fluid from the newly connected drip flowed steadily through the tubing and into Joey's bloodstream. The ward was so quiet that every tiny drop seemed unusually loud. Antonio stood beside the bed without saying a word. His eyes remained fixed on Joey's face. The nurses, however, were far from calm. Each of them watched the unconscious woman anxiously, expecting her condition to worsen at any moment. Then... Something happened. The violent trembling that had shaken Joey's body continuously for several minutes suddenly began to slow. One tremor. Then another, much weaker than before. Within moments... The shaking stopped completely. Absolute stillness filled the room. The nurses exchanged startled glances. One of them blinked repeatedly. "Did..." She looked at her colleague. "...did you see that?" The second nurse nodded slowly. "I did." Another nurse stepped closer to the bed. "The tremors are gone." Everyone stared at Joey. Only a few moments ago, her e

News of Joey's recovery spread through the entire health company with astonishing speed. For days, doctors, nurses, administrators, and patients spoke of only one thing. Antonio. Some described him as a medical genius. Others called him a miracle worker. Many simply admitted that they could not explain what they had witnessed. The consultants who had once laughed at him now avoided discussing the incident altogether. Every time they walked past Joey's office, they were reminded that the woman they had believed was only minutes away from death was now alive because one man had refused to give up. Joey herself found it difficult to stop thinking about what had happened. Every morning she woke up, she remembered the terrifying darkness she had experienced before regaining consciousness. Then she remembered opening her eyes and seeing Antonio standing quietly beside her bed. She knew beyond every doubt that if he had not intervened, she would not have been alive. Over the next

The confidential meeting ended far later than anyone had expected. One after another, the senior officials quietly gathered their files and left the conference room. No one spoke much. The atmosphere remained heavy. Everyone had heard the bitterness in Jude Clarke's voice. Some of them understood his frustration. Others silently disagreed with him. After all, Antonio Morris had earned his reputation through competence, not politics. Still, none of them challenged Jude openly. Within minutes, the conference room was empty. The lights were switched off, and the building gradually fell silent. But while everyone else returned home, Jude Clarke had no intention of ending the night. He drove straight to his private residence on the outskirts of the capital. The luxurious mansion sat behind tall iron gates, hidden from public view by rows of ancient trees. As soon as he entered his study, he loosened his tie and poured himself a glass of water. He walked slowly to the large wi

As the man closest was about to hit Antonio's head with the matchete, the matchete fell to the floor at once. Now, seeing this happen, made several of them instinctively step backwards. Antonio remained seated calmly on the edge of the bed. His expression was composed. Not once had he shown fear. Not once had he appeared threatened. Cynthia, still half asleep, looked from Antonio to the armed men surrounding them. She was trying to understand whether she was dreaming. Victor clenched his fists. "What are you all standing there for?" he barked. "Finish him!" One of the men immediately tightened his grip on the large machete he carried. Unlike the first attacker whose strike had been stopped, this man decided to approach Antonio from the side. "I don't believe all this nonsense," he muttered. He slowly circled the bed, waiting for an opportunity. Victor nodded approvingly. "Do it!" The man suddenly raised the machete high into the air. With all his strength, he swung it