The gates of the Robinson estate opened as a black van slowly drove in. The guards and gardeners didn’t pay attention. The van stopped in front of the mansion and a man in a neat white uniform got out and opened the van door."We’re here, Mr. Woods," he said politely.Jason Woods gave a small nod. His face was blank and lacked expression. Slowly, he moved his fragile legs onto the footrests of his wheelchair. The man in uniform helped him out of the van and pushed him toward the house.Inside the mansion, he noticed that not much had changed in the three years he was away, but it didn’t feel welcoming.As Jason was wheeled into the living room, no one said hello, they all pretended to be busy with their individual tasks.His wife, Olivia, sat on the couch with her younger sister, Melissa. Her father, Peter Robinson, drank whiskey while reading a magazine. Olivia’s mother was busy on her phone. A cousin watched something with headphones on, completely lost in whatever was on the screen

Jason walked out of the Robinson mansion and went straight to the driveway, looking directly at the people standing in front of him.Just as he expected, Michael Norman was there. He stood in the center, wearing a dark suit that was probably only affordable to two persons in the world. Seven men stood beside him, behind them were three large cars. All of them looked serious, as if they were waiting for someone very important.“There! He is here!” the man shouted with reverence, the moment he saw Jason Woods approaching. “The Divine Finger is here!”All heads turned instantly towards Jason.Jason’s jaw tightened immediately as he felt a little embarrassed by the attention. “Damn it,” he muttered under his breath.Michael, who had been looking at the ground until then, immediately lifted his head. Upon seeing Jason, his face lit up with awe. Without hesitation, he raised his hand and gave a sharp command.“On your knees!” he ordered.The seven men around him dropped to one knee at once

Jason returned to the roadside where he left Lawrence behind.In his hand was a gold bar he had taken from Michael Norman’s pile of gold. He didn't take it for himself but with Lawrence in mind.Lawrence straightened nervously as Jason approached. Without a word, Jason held out the gold bar to him. “Take it,” Jason said, his voice sounded calm.Lawrence blinked, his brows drawing together in confusion. His eyes darted from Jason’s expression to the glittering piece of gold.He hesitated, as though his mind could not process what he was being offered. “M-Master Jason… what is this?” he asked, his voice trembling.Jason spoke calmly,“It is a bar of gold. Thirty-two ounces. Its value stands at one hundred thousand dollars.”“Take it. But remember this… everything you saw today, including this gift, not a word leaves your mouth. Not to anyone. Do you understand me, Lawrence?”The butler froze as the number sank into his mind. One hundred thousand dollars.His salary was barely two thousa

Olivia walked up close to Jason until she was standing right in front of him. She bent a little so that her face was level with his.Jason could almost feel her breath on his face as she spoke, her voice was cold and sharp.“Look at you,” she said slowly, “do you even realize how useless you are? If you were only poor, it would not have been so bad. People can be poor and still have something to offer. But you? You don’t even know one important person. Not a single person of value is connected to you. At least if you knew someone powerful, I could still hold my head up. But no. You are poor, crippled, and completely alone.”Her words echoed around the living room. Some of the guests shook their heads, others whispered to one another, but none of them defended Jason.Olivia straightened her back proudly and pointed at Samuel with her hand. “By tomorrow morning, Samuel has promised to take me with him. Do you hear me? He will take me to meet an extraordinary man, a man everyone in this

Jason sat there in his wheelchair, his hands resting calmly on the armrests, but his eyes—those piercing, steady eyes—remained locked on the president.For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of the steady beeping of the heart monitor beside the president’s daughter.Everyone was waiting for Jason to say something, but before he could even open his mouth, Alec, the president’s personal doctor, let out a sharp, mocking laugh.“Well, this is rich,” Alec sneered, his lips curling with delight at the opportunity to humiliate.He took a step forward, making sure all eyes were on him before gesturing toward Jason with a flourish, as though presenting him to an audience. “Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce this so-called savior. He is not a doctor, not even close. He is nothing more than a cripple sitting in a wheelchair. And you dare to bring him into this room? You dare to let him even look at the president’s daughter, much less touch her? If he so much as lays a finger on h