The team's head coach had been observing the exchange from near the sideline. He walked toward them with a measured expression, his eyes briefly dropping toward Luke's injured legs before returning to his face. "I'm glad to see you're doing better," the coach said. "Thanks, Coach." "I heard about what happened." The coach's expression became more serious. "It was unfortunate, and I'm sorry you had to go through something like that. How are you feeling now?" "I'm getting better. The doctors said I need rehabilitation, but they expect me to recover." "That's good." The coach paused briefly before continuing. "I'd like to speak with you in my office when you have a moment." Luke nodded. "Sure." The coach turned toward the others. "You guys get back to practice." The players reluctantly dispersed, returning to the court while occasionally glancing toward Luke. Dylan and Ryan remained beside Luke as he followed the coach toward the office. Once they reached the hallway, the coa

The encounter with Jace had left an uncomfortable weight hanging over the three friends as they made their way back toward the boys' dormitory, although none of them seemed particularly interested in discussing what had just happened. Luke sat quietly in the passenger seat, his injured legs stretched carefully in front of him while Ryan remained beside him, occasionally checking to make sure that the wheelchair and everything else they had brought from the hospital were secure. Dylan, meanwhile, kept his attention on the road, his hands resting steadily on the steering wheel of the Mercedes-AMG sedan as the familiar buildings of Westbridge University boys dorm gradually came into view. Luke had tried to dismiss Jace's words, but the silence surrounding him made it obvious that they had affected him more deeply than he wanted to admit. Being told that he was no longer part of the starting lineup was already painful enough, but hearing Jace speak as though his injury had somehow prov

Chris was a man in his early thirties who had already assumed a major role in managing the Gray family's business empire.His expensive suit and controlled posture gave him the appearance of someone accustomed to being obeyed, but the worry in his eyes made it clear that none of his business experience had prepared him for seeing his younger sister lying helplessly on a hospital bed.Maria was seated near Chelsea, her face drawn with exhaustion as she held her daughter's hand.The moment Julia entered, Chris looked toward the door.His expression immediately hardened. "Where have you been?"Julia stopped.Chris rose from his chair. "I've been asking where you were for hours."Julia opened her mouth, but Chris didn't give her the opportunity to answer."You're Chelsea's personal secretary. Your job is to stay with her, especially when she's in a condition like this. Yet while my sister has been getting worse, you disappear without telling anyone where you're going.""I'm sorry, Master.

Now that Chris had given him permission to proceed, Dylan finally moved toward Chelsea's bed.The four doctors reluctantly stepped aside, creating a narrow path for him while watching every movement he made with undisguised skepticism. Their expressions carried a mixture of suspicion and irritation, as though they were waiting for Dylan to make a mistake that would prove everything they had said about him. Dylan noticed their scrutiny but paid no attention to it. His entire focus was on Chelsea.She remained motionless beneath the sheets, her breathing shallow and uneven as the monitor beside her continued producing an irregular rhythm of beeps. The color in her face was still noticeably pale, and the slight tremors that occasionally passed through her fingers had not completely disappeared.Dylan reached for her wrist.The moment his fingers settled against her pulse, the knowledge contained within the Divine Physician's Legacy seemed to awaken once again.His expression became serio

By the time Dylan was dropped back at the boys' dormitory, the sun had already begun its slow descent toward the horizon, casting a warm glow across the familiar university buildings. He stepped out of the car and stood there for a moment, looking toward the dormitory entrance with an expression that was difficult to describe. It felt strangely nostalgic. It had only been a couple of days since he had last lived in this building, yet the place already seemed like something from a different chapter of his life. For nearly three years, this dormitory had been his home. He had eaten cheap meals here, stayed awake late into the night studying, complained about assignments with Ryan and Luke, and endured the constant noise that came with sharing a building with dozens of other students. Now, however, everything had changed. He had a mansion waiting for him at Lakeheights, complete with staff, security, multiple bedrooms, enormous living spaces, and luxuries he had once only see