Felicia swore that she had no intention of harming Edgar Warrington and looked helplessly at Robert."Your secretary confirmed that Dr. Sonya was the real Miracle Maker. How could she make a mistake?” she prodded, pleading with him to step up.But Robert already knew that Dr. Sonya was nothing but an impostor, trained to play the role of the Miracle Maker. “Fetch me that lying bitch,” Josiah Warrington ordered his men. His guards caught Dr. Sonya at the main entrance as she was trying to sneak away. They dragged her right back to the third floor, where the Warrington family was waiting for her.“Dr. Sonya Aberdeen, or should I say the fake Miracle Maker!” Elizabeth greeted her with a round of fake applause. “Did you really think it would be that easy to fool us?”“I…am the real Miracle Maker. You are making a big mis—”“Just shut up already!” Josiah rebuked, forcing her to swallow the lies she had carefully prepared. “I trusted you to treat my father, and you betrayed us. Do you hav

At the other end of the city, Alex and Dr. Lucy were seated comfortably in the back seat of a black sedan that was driving down Remington Avenue. Their destination was the head office of the city’s largest new-age pharmaceutical company—Kronos Tech.“I am glad the Warringtons got Robert and your ex-wife arrested. Those two will get plenty of time to reconsider their life choices behind bars,” Dr. Lucy said.“Felicia’s mother is still out there, and Robert’s family is also quite influential,” Alex replied, glancing at the time on his watch. “I doubt they will stay in the lockup for too long. The law never troubles those who can afford to twist it.”Dr. Lucy turned silent for a moment, but then something else sparked in her mind.“I bet Dr. Sonya Aberdeen’s confession can get those convicted!” she exclaimed excitedly.But Alex had jumped through plenty of legal hoops in the past to trust in the law anymore.He knew Dr. Aberdeen’s confession would mean little when the people in power star

Back inside New Hope Medical Centre, Mrs. Rashford was arguing with the visiting doctor, her motherly instincts temporarily taking hold of her cruel heart.“My son has been lying there for hours! He needs treatment!” she bawled, threatening to sue the doctor who was still checking the patient’s medical reports.“All the doctors are doing all that they can. But we need healthy plasma from a donor to stabilize the patient’s vitals,” he replied.Mrs. Rashford fumed with rage and wrung her hands like a madwoman. “Then find a damn donor. We are in a hospital, for God’s sake. This shouldn’t be difficult at all!”The doctor looked crestfallen. For the last one hour, he had been trying to drill some sense into Rashford, but without any success.“Your son needs AB-negative blood. That’s already in short supply, and to make things more complicated, his body can’t accept it without the antigen. Please try to under—”“I don’t care about your medical mumbo jumbo. It’s your job to arrange a donor. L

That same night, as the rest of the household fell asleep, Alex stepped out of his mansion and made his way to the beach. The faint moonlight glittering on the frothy waters calmed his mind as he looked into the distance. The clear sky was dotted with stars, and a cool breeze was blowing from the east, carrying with it the scent of ripe apricots.It was the perfect night for a relaxing stroll, but Alex wasn’t here to idle his time. As he turned to glance at his silver-rimmed watch, the sound of a rumbling motor distracted him.He looked up using his binoculars and spotted something moving across the sea. It was a speedboat slicing through the gurgling waters and approaching the beach.Alex pulled out his smartphone and turned on the flashlight to signal to the boat.The speedboat pulled up next to the only pier, and a lean, muscular young man dressed in a plain black tee and a pair of camouflage trousers stepped out. Alex walked up the sandy shoreline and stood with his hands claspe

Back in his room in the penthouse, Alex was getting dressed to go to Lichenstein and honor Catherine Warrington’s invitation. He had already bought the perfect gift and chosen the perfect outfit for Dr. Lucy as well.It was nearly five in the evening, and everything was in order when suddenly Dr. Lucy knocked on his door.“I’m still not dressed yet. Give me a few more minutes,” Alex replied.“I think you need to come out and see this,” Dr. Lucy responded, her voice stiffled in her throat.Sensing something was wrong, Alex left his cufflinks open and walked out without his belt and coat.“What’s wrong?” he asked, barging out of the room.Dr. Lucy led him to the living area and switched on the television.Channel 13 news was showing live pictures from a luxury yacht sailing in Emerald Harbor, just off the coast of Marina Sands. “I am Stacey Sullivan, reporting live from Emerald Harbor. I am currently standing on the deck of the third most expensive luxury yacht in the city. It is named