The very next morning, at the serene ends of sprawling Brooklyn Heights, at a private coastal beach where the breathtaking view of the roaring ocean was crystal clear and captivating to the naked eye, a sleek custom black Mercedes-Maybach parked along the sandy coastline. Aunt Lena, who had been pacing back and forth while watching the crashing ocean waves, rushed forward directly into the path of the luxurious vehicle. The heavy passenger door swung open from the inside, and little Mia came running out, throwing her fragile body into her aunt's desperate, waiting embrace. They held each other tightly, and the exhausted Aunt Lena went down to her trembling knees in tears, holding the little girl tighter than she ever had in her entire life.The wealthy billionaire Mr. George Foster, and Elijah Langston, also alighted from the custom made vehicle to quietly and respectfully observe the emotional niece-aunt pair as they held onto each other on the cold sand."She didn't sleep throug

"...With this, the official announcement of the Pharmaceutical Distribution Company is hereby approved! Our corporate name, TrustMed Pharmaceuticals, is also officially approved..."A thunderous sound of loud clapping and victorious cheers erupted throughout the private conference room situated on the top floor of the prestigious Elorix Hotel in the West District. Gathered around a massive, round mahogany table was the handpicked team of twelve, working to ensure the success of the Pharmaceutical Distribution Company, planned and orchestrated by Elijah Langston, in agreement with the international financier Charles Adelson.Dr. Helena Elis, who had become the team lead since their tense last meeting, raised her voice amidst the thunderous clapping, "It is entirely thanks to your genius, Mr. Black! Even with my countless, successful years of experience as a global Chief of Operations, I have never thought to maneuver toward this revolutionary direction...!""That is right! I foolishly

Meanwhile, at a General Hospital somewhere in Brooklyn Heights, Adam Wexler stood at the foot of a hospital bed, watching Julian’s mother spoon-feed him. The future heir of the Wexler family lay propped up against the pillows. A thin hospital blanket covered him, hiding everything from the knees down, where his legs had been amputated.Unlike a few days ago, Julian was no longer thrashing or screaming about Elijah Langston. His face was unnervingly calm. He just opened his mouth, chewed, and swallowed.“I told you, Grandpa,” Julian mumbled through a mouthful of food. “I told you he’s a monster. A lunatic who made a pact with the devil. If you hadn’t taken anyone to that mansion, none of this would have happened.”Adam slammed his foot against the floor. “Listen to yourself, Julian. Look at your missing legs and dare to speak another word of this nonsense.” He raised his hand as if to strike the boy, but Julian’s mother quickly stepped between them.“Father, please,” she pleaded. “Juli

The secretary calmly took the papers back from the trembling man’s hands and returned to standing perfectly still behind the patriarch. Jared Stonewell adjusted his posture and simply said, “As it stands right now, I own this place, and you are merely my employee. If I decide to kick you out onto the street today, who dares to question me?”“Hurry up and pay your proper respect to Sir Stonewell,” Rita instructed with a clear, uncompromising voice, neatly arranging the legal documents back into her arms.The elderly doctor gulped loudly, the sound heavy in the tense silence, and took one desperate, fleeting glance at Old Mr. Wexler, who was standing helplessly to the side. Even the Wexlers did not possess the political ability to casually negotiate the purchase of a government General Hospital, and neither did the other great families. The old aristocratic families might find such a feat incredibly difficult, with perhaps only the Carringtons hav

In an instant, the horrifying condition of the two patients began to visibly change. The dark, coagulated blood crusting over their sealed eyelids began to dry up and flake away like dead ash, revealing the sunken sockets underneath that were now rapidly filling back out. The grey, stretched skin that looked ready to tear suddenly regained its elasticity, the dark, open sores sealing shut at a visible pace as fresh, healthy pink tissue knitted together right before their eyes. The thick, dark, lifeless veins protruding beneath their flesh smoothed out, returning to a normal, steady pulse as the rot completely vanished, leaving their skin looking as fresh and unmarked as it had been days ago.In the end, the two patients suddenly gasped breath of air, their bodies bolting upright into a seated position with their eyes wide open. They were no longer the rotting corpses from minutes ago; right now, it was exactly as though nothing had ever happened to them.