720 DAYS IN PRISON, HE RETURNED INVINCIBLE

Chapter Thirteen: The miracle hand

Mrs. Whitmore rushed to the bedside with speed that suggested panic when the weight of nightmarish reality finally shattered through despair.

On the bed, Aria laid motionless, eyes shut tight in sleep that would last eternity. Gone.

She broke down in tears beside the bed, shaking the static body with vigorous force that couldn't revive a dead body.

"Aria.. Please wake up... please..wake up baby.."

The room fell into silence that allowed ghost to cross the room.

Dr. Williams head slumped as failure hit him like a physical blow, nurses stood with expression that wasn't quite mourning but pity and disappointment for a job that failed after 11 hrs effort.

Killian was close to the door, watching everything quietly without moving.

Mrs. Whitmore suddenly spun back and rushed to Killian, dropping to her knee at his feet and shaking his leg.

"Please. Please. Help me. Help my daughter. Please do something." Tears burst down to her cheek like a dam blown by pressure.

"Honey—" Mr. Whitmore stiffened.

Killian didn't speak. He exhaled sharply and moved past the woman to the bed. He observed the body casually.

"She's not dead." He said.

Gasps!

No one spoke immediately but the air shifted noticeably.

Dr. Williams Stared at the monitor with finality that suggested arguing with an ex -convict was absurd.

Nurses looked at Killian with the surprise of hearing someone crack a joke at a funeral.

Only Mrs. Whitmore stared at him with tentative hope because medical teams and monitor had already concluded existence had ended.

Killian stepped closer to the bed. He pointed index finger at the motionless body precisely to the chest without making contact.

At the god level, he can make the dead breath again but it was going to drain his Mana— his energy source.

His eyes shut, sense organs concentrated on the motionless body on the bed, focus deepening into the core where Mana streamed out energy. Everyone watched with a clueless expression.

It started with a subtle ignition inside. Mana flowed with a warm surge, channelling down to his index finger to the motionless body.

No reaction at first.

Mana flowed out energy with the efficiency of mastering resurrection technique that Sharpened the mind for 720 days, draining his energy source with every second. His body began to tremble as energy slipped into static the body while everyone observed for change they weren't expecting, Mrs. Whitmore whispered frantic prayer that she wasn't sure would be answered.

Beep! beep!

The monitor faltered.

"I— impossible!" Dr. Williams gasped, voice trembling. His eyes widened in sheer disbelief. "What in the world is this—"

Mrs. Whitmore's eyes flicked open, narrowing to the bed where she laid.

Aria's finger twitched at the side as revival occurred slowly and impossibly, colour returned to face that had once ashened, eyelids flickered as ghost returned from wherever it had taken life to.

Silence fell in the room, the continuously beeping of the heart monitor a confirmation of something that wasn't meant to be possible. Dr. Williams looked at the monitor with a mix of shock and confusion as though it had suddenly malfunctioned but seeing the young girl return back to life dropped his jaw.

Killian stepped back from the bed.

"My baby..Aria.." Mrs. Whitmore rushed to the bed. Tears poured down to her cheek without resistance.

Mr. Whitmore didn't move, excitement mixed with the guilt of his carelessness.

"Mummy." Aria's voice was small. Weak but recovering. Her small eyes took in the surroundings. "Daddy..where am I? You're crying mummy."

Mrs. Whitmore's trembling finger held her fragile arms gently not to cause any physical discomfort.

"I'm not crying, baby. I'm not." She sniffled and smiled through tears she whipped off instantly.

"How did you do it...it's impossible!" Dr. Williams gasped. He had seen patients recover from life-threatening illness, seen oxygen work wonder to suffice life but a ghost coming back to live is beyond his reasoning and twenty years of experience.

Regret wore a mask over his face. He had written off an extraordinary person.

"I don't owe you any explanation for that." Killian simply said in dismissal.

The Doctor dropped to his knee with a sharp crack.

"Doc—" His subordinates gasped in shock.

His palm clasped in front. "Please forgive me for underestimating you earlier. Please.." he apologized. "Please take me as one of your disciples."

Killian looked down at his face. "I don't have interest in that, old man." He said stepped away. Dr. William's expression dropped but he didn't give up, pleading to be the disciple of man he'd insulted before because pride had worn off under defeat.

Killian exhaled sharply, frustration already. "Fine. I'll manage you." He said simply and Dr. William gasped in relief. "Thank you. Thank you."

"Stand." Killian said. "Your first task is to make sure every stage of her recovery is monitored. Though she's perfectly okay to be discharged right away. But do your duty."

"Yes, sir. Yes sir."

Mr. Whitmore walked to meet him, his expression dropping. "Mr. Dante please forgive me for how things started off between us. I should have been more cautious about where I buy things for her. Thank you for saving my daughter."

"It's nothing." Killian Waved it off. "As a father, your child should be your primary priority over your job."

The man nodded without arguing. He pulled out a black card from his pocket.

"Mr. Dante," He pressed the card into his hand. "$20 million dollars. Please manage it."

Killian rejected the offer firmly. "I didn't help you to get Paid. "

"Mr. Dante please." Mrs. Whitmore appeared in his front, her expression pleading. "Take it as a token of gratitude then. For saving my daughter—"

Killian wanted to reject it again.

"I'll feel ungrateful if you reject it, Mr. Dante." She persisted, pressing the card into his palm.

"Anything you need, the Whitmore family will always be available to provide it. Anything." Mr. Whitmore added.

Killian simply nodded.

"I don't know what's your take, Mr. Dante." Mr. Whitmore said, stepping to the side, his Voice shifting to business oriented. "Whitmore pharmacy is running a procurement deal with the Ashbourne group. Experimental drug. We have employees in charge but we need an expert, someone with refined experience to lead the Evaluation team to test drug potency. Evaluation is public.

"Ashbourne group?"

Killian repeated with a raised brow.

Mr. Whitmore nodded and added. "$200 million estimated deal."

"It has lots of benefits aside from the payment, Mr. Dante. Volatile Exposure. Especially with your extraordinary skill. The world needs to see your ability."

"I don't need employment." Killian said.

"We're asking to serve you, Mr. Dante." Mr. Whitmore said respectfully.

"It'll be an honour for the Whitmore."

Mr. Whitmore pressed another card into his palm before he rejected it.

"That is a VIP access card to one of the most expensive hotels in the city." He said. "Eight stars hotel. One out of Whitmore's properties. Since you're just released, you'll need a place to stay."

"Please take it."