At that moment, upon hearing what Steven just said, the governor's eyes immediately fixed on the pills in Steven's outstretched palm. Hope flickered across his face, but it was tempered with the caution of a man who had been through too much emotional upheaval in one night to trust easily.“Mr.Patricia,” the Governor said urgently, turning to the doctor he'd placed so much faith in, “is this really the medication that can help my mother? Are these the pills that can make the difference between her recovery and...” He didn't finish the sentence, but everyone understood what he was afraid to say.Without wasting another second, Patricia moved closer to Steven, though she couldn't hide her shock at his appearance. Her medical training kicked in automatically as she took in his injuries, but she forced herself to focus on the pills he was holding. As she approached, her mind was racing with questions she couldn't voice in front of the Governor's family.Patricia knew these had to be the l

That was how he had ended up looking the way he did now his father had given him what could only be described as the beating of his life. The bruises on his face, the split lip, the scrapes on his hands from trying to defend himself all of it was courtesy of his own father's blind rage at watching their business empire crumble.The family was still running around in circles, desperately trying to understand what had actually happened concerning their contracts and deals. Everything had been cancelled seemingly so quickly, and nobody could figure out why. It was like some invisible force had turned their entire world against them, and they were scrambling to find answers that remained frustratingly out of reach.When Steven had finally managed to escape his father's house, still reeling from the physical and emotional trauma of that confrontation, he'd received a call from one of his contacts at the hospital. They'd mentioned in passing that the Governor's mother had been rushed to Cit

At that moment, Kia walked away joining the governor. Without wasting another second, Mr. Raymond, Mrs. Raymond, and Patricia closed ranks around Steven, effectively cornering him against the wall near the waiting area. Their body language had completely transformed from the proud, unified family they'd been presenting moments earlier to something far more confrontational and demanding.Mrs. Raymond was the first to speak, her voice low and sharp as she leaned in closer. The maternal concern she'd shown earlier when first seeing his injuries had evaporated entirely, replaced by cold suspicion.“What exactly is going on here, Steven?” she hissed, her eyes boring into his face with an intensity that made it clear she expected real answers. “How did you manage to have those two pills? Explain that to me right now.”She glanced at Patricia before continuing, her voice taking on an accusatory edge. “Because we can all remember very clearly that there were only two pills remaining in the

The couple stood there, both of them looking genuinely ashamed of their behavior and deeply grateful for Steven's intervention. The transformation in their attitude toward him was complete and dramatic from suspicion and hostility to respect and indebtedness.Steven looked between Mr. and Mrs. Raymond, taking in their sincere apologies and obvious regret. Despite everything he had been through that evening the confusion about his family's business troubles, the physical injuries he'd sustained, the stress of navigating this delicate political situation he found that he wasn't harboring anger toward them for their suspicions.In fact, he could understand their reaction to some degree. From their perspective, the evening had been full of unexpected twists and seemingly impossible coincidences. Their suspicion, while hurtful, had been a natural response to circumstances that probably seemed too convenient to be entirely innocent.More importantly, Steven recognized that maintaining good

Mia was still sleeping peacefully in her small bed, her chest rising and falling with the steady rhythm of deep rest. Jeremy was seated right beside her, positioned on the edge of the bed in a way that allowed him to watch over her without disturbing her sleep. He had barely moved from this spot for what felt like an eternity, his eyes constantly monitoring every small change in her condition, every flutter of her eyelashes, every shift in her breathing pattern.It had been over twenty-four hours now since Mia had last opened her eyes or spoken a single word. The waiting was excruciating, each passing hour feeling like it stretched on forever as Jeremy fought against the creeping worry that threatened to overwhelm his carefully maintained calm. He kept reminding himself that patience was crucial, that healing especially the kind of profound spiritual healing Mia was undergoing couldn't be rushed or forced.During the initial treatment, there had been such promise. Mia had actually spo