From Prison to Greatness

Chapter 02

Hearing that, Caleb couldn’t hide the look of disbelief on his face. He couldn’t stop himself from asking, “You’re going to divorce me—the man who’s always loved you and done everything for you—just for this rich guy?!”

“You’re comparing yourself to Mr. Thompson, Caleb?!” Ava snapped. “Do you even realize that you’re not even worth the dirt under his nails?! Apologize to him now or I will go through with the divorce!”

Caleb was stunned, absolutely shattered by her words. Every dream he had of a happy future with Ava after his release crumbled in an instant—like a mirror smashed with a stone.

Honestly, he didn’t even know what to say anymore.

Just then, Ethan’s phone buzzed. He checked a message, and immediately, his face turned sour.

“The event has already started,” he told Ava. “Let’s go. Now.”

“B-but... what about your injury, Mr. Thompson?” Ava asked, sounding genuinely worried.

“It’s fine. Let’s just leave.”

Ava nodded in agreement.

As the two of them strode toward the front door, Ethan turned to Caleb with a hateful glare and said, “You got lucky today, Asshole. But don’t worry—I will come back and repay you tenfold for this insult.”

Ava, standing beside him, added sharply, “Don’t go anywhere, Caleb! I’ll be back after lunch, and then you’ll get what you deserve!”

Caleb didn’t say a word. He just stood there, silently overflowing with disappointment.

Then the two of them left in a sleek black Rolls-Royce.

After that, Caleb decided to visit the grave of Old Man Anderson. He needed to get all this off his chest, and besides… he had promised to visit right after his release.

Old Man Anderson was one of the inmates Caleb had met in prison. Everyone there thought he was a weirdo—he always went on about being the ruler of a hidden Dragon Clan, calling himself the Dragon King.

At first, Caleb thought he was insane too and considered keeping his distance like the others. But over time, he started feeling bad for the old guy. He was always alone, so Caleb eventually struck up a conversation with him.

Even though most of Anderson’s stories were completely ridiculous, Caleb listened anyway—if nothing else, they were entertaining. And besides, Ava never came to visit, so the distraction was welcome.

Every morning, Old Man Anderson practiced martial arts, and Caleb began mimicking his moves just to pass the time. Sometimes, Anderson would teach him ancient healing techniques and insisted Caleb was incredibly talented in that area.

Over the years, Caleb ended up mastering many martial arts and healing techniques. Eventually, he realized that Anderson might not have been making it all up after all. The man’s stories… were actually true.

On the day of Caleb’s release, Anderson had promised to take him to the Dragon Clan. He said Caleb’s talent made him worthy of being one of the leaders—maybe even his successor.

But three months before Caleb got out, Old Man Anderson passed away. He was buried in a public cemetery, and Caleb wasn’t allowed to attend the funeral due to prison restrictions. The only thing left of Anderson now was the dragon ring Caleb still wore on his finger.

Determined to keep his promise, Caleb left Ava’s house and made his way to the cemetery.

But he couldn’t stop replaying what had happened earlier in his head. Distracted, he unknowingly stepped into the street—right in front of a speeding car.

Luckily, the driver had fast reflexes and slammed the brakes just in time.

The man behind the wheel, who looked like a mountain with a scary face, rolled down the window and yelled furiously, “You got a death wish, moron?! Go jump off a cliff if you wanna die! Don’t drag us into it!”

From the passenger seat, a beautiful woman cut in, “Ignore him! We need to get to the hospital now! My grandfather’s life is more important than arguing with this guy!”

“Yes, Miss Amber,” the muscular man replied respectfully, glaring at Caleb like he wanted to rip him apart.

Feeling guilty, Caleb tried to apologize. It was his fault for not paying attention, so he didn’t even get mad when the man insulted him.

But then he glanced inside the car and saw the old man in the backseat—barely breathing. Caleb’s eyes widened as he said urgently, “It’s already too late! That man has advanced multiple sclerosis. If he doesn’t get emergency treatment in the next four minutes, he’s going to die!”

“What the hell did you just say, Punk?!” the muscular man shouted. “Get out of the way now before I run you over!”

Just as he was about to hit the gas, Amber stopped him and stepped out of the car. She turned to Caleb and asked, “You know what illness my grandfather has?”

“It’s multiple sclerosis,” Caleb answered without hesitation. “It’s a condition that affects the central nervous system—including the brain, spinal cord, and optic nerves. Judging by his state, your grandfather’s already struggling to walk, has blurry vision, slurred speech, and trouble with bladder control. His condition is critical, and he has only four minutes left.”

Everything Caleb described was spot-on. He diagnosed her grandfather’s illness just by looking at him?

This guy had to be a top-tier doctor. Impressed and desperate, Amber asked, “Can you save my grandfather?”

Since Caleb had almost caused an accident, the least he could do was help. He replied, “Curing him completely would take time, but I can ease his symptoms enough to keep him stable until you get to the hospital.”

Amber’s face lit up. She replied gratefully, “If you can do that, Doctor, that would be more than enough.”

Caleb didn’t correct her when she called him “Doctor.” Even though he wasn’t one officially, it had always been his dream to open a clinic of his own after mastering those ancient healing techniques from Old Man Anderson. One day, he would become a real doctor.

He agreed and stepped forward toward the old man. But just as he did, the big guy blocked him and snapped, “Can we really trust this guy, Miss Amber?! He could just be some lunatic trying to take advantage of the situation.”