The sight of Gage Thornhill bleeding on the sidewalk was shocking beyond belief. Harry's mind raced as he knelt beside the wounded lawyer, his hands trembling. The wound was deep—whatever the attacker had used was incredibly sharp and had penetrated far into Gage's abdomen.Without thinking, Harry placed his hand over the wound, applying pressure in what appeared to be standard first aid. To any observer, he was simply trying to stop the bleeding. But beneath his palm, the familiar warmth of his healing power began to flow.The bleeding slowed, then stopped entirely. Gage's breathing, which had been labored and shallow, began to stabilize. His eyes, which had been unfocused with pain and shock, suddenly cleared.Gage grabbed Harry's wrist with surprising strength, his grip desperate and urgent. "You... you did it," he whispered, staring directly into Harry's eyes. "This is what he saw in you. This is exactly what my former boss saw in you all those years ago. That's why he did what he

But Alfred had a point—if he really wanted to understand his place in this mess, he needed to know what Gage had been trying to tell him."Fine," Harry said finally. "I'll look into it. But I'm doing this for me, not for them.""That's exactly the right attitude," Alfred said with a slight smile.Meanwhile, across town, Lydia Chen was pursuing her own investigation. She had decided to look deeper into the anonymous photograph of the missing servant, convinced that the Black Vultures were behind it."If I'm going to break this story for my company," she said to herself as she parked outside The Raven's Nest nightclub, "I need to get to the source."The club was exactly as she remembered from her previous surveillance—dark, seedy, and clearly a front for illegal activities. She knew this was where the Vultures conducted their business, where Frank had been seen meeting with gang members.Lydia took a deep breath and walked through the entrance. The bouncer barely glanced at her fake ID

Frank's tears began flowing freely now, his performance Oscar-worthy. "I swear on my mother's life, I don't know what he's talking about!" he sobbed. "I've been here every day, worried sick about you, Mr. Thornhill. I would never hurt anyone!""That's a lie!" Harry shouted. "You're behind this, just like you were behind everything else!""Harry, please," Frank pleaded, his voice breaking. "I don't know why you hate me so much. I've always tried to be a good brother to you, even after you left the family. Even after you hurt us all so badly."Gage's expression began to change, doubt creeping into his eyes as he watched the scene unfold."Frank, stop acting," Harry demanded. "Tell him the truth about who you really are!""I'm not acting!" Frank wailed. "This is who I am! I'm just trying to help our family, trying to be there for people when they need me. Like I've been here for Mr. Thornhill!"Gage looked back and forth between the two brothers, clearly trying to process what he was wit

Harry didn't wait for the rest. He stormed into the study where Terry and Melissa Solomon were reviewing business documents."What are you doing in our house?" Terry snarled, looking up from his papers. "I thought we made it clear you weren't welcome here.""I need you to talk to Frank," Harry said desperately. "He's kidnapped my friend, and I need you to convince him to let her go."Melissa laughed harshly. "Your friend? What friend would associate with a delusional troublemaker like you?""Her name is Lydia Chen," Harry continued, ignoring the insult. "She's an investigative journalist, and Frank had her kidnapped because she was getting too close to the truth about his criminal activities.""Criminal activities?" Terry scoffed. "Frank is the most honest, hardworking young man I've ever known. Unlike you, he actually contributes something to this family.""Please," Harry begged. "I know you hate me, but an innocent woman's life is at stake. Just ask Frank to—""We thought you had re

When Harry entered the room alone, his heart nearly stopped. Isabella Whitmore looked so pale that she appeared already dead. Her skin had an almost translucent quality, and her breathing was so shallow it was barely perceptible.Harry approached her bedside with trembling hands, his mind racing with doubt. What if this was beyond his abilities? What if he failed in front of everyone?He placed his hands gently on Isabella's chest and closed his eyes. "Please," he whispered silently in his heart, "please let this work. This little girl doesn't deserve to die."As his healing power began to flow, a bright light emanated from his hands, surrounding Isabella's frail body. Harry watched in amazement as color slowly started to return to her skin, spreading from where his hands touched outward like ripples in water.Isabella took a sudden, deep breath—the first strong breath she had taken in days. Her eyelids fluttered, then opened completely, revealing bright, alert eyes."Hello," she said