2025-05-07 16:05:40Treatment requires a quiet environment by nature. Even though Hudson hadn’t spoken loudly, in the stillness of the room, his voice cut through like a knife.
Dr. Martinez, mid-procedure, flinched slightly as the needle in his hand paused in mid-air. He slowly straightened, turning toward Hudson with a sharp, irritated glare.
Everyone has their own habits, and for Dr. Martinez, silence during treatment wasn’t just a preference—it was a rule. And now someone had not only interrupted him, but had the audacity to say, “If you place that needle, he’ll die.”
Dr. Martinez clenched his jaw. He wanted to ask this young man, “Who’s the doctor here—me or you?”
Adrian and Ivory, still shaken by Hudson’s warning, were snapped back to reality by Dr. Martinez’s glare. Adrian rushed forward, clearly nervous, and barked at Hudson, “What the hell are you doing? Don’t you realize Dr. Martinez is in the middle of a critical treatment? What if your interruption causes a mistake? Can you take responsibility for that?”
He was panicked. Dr. Martinez was known for having little patience for interference—he’d been known to walk out mid-procedure if disrespected. And getting him here hadn’t been easy or cheap. Adrian couldn’t let some young nobody ruin it.
Trying to defuse the tension, he quickly turned back to Dr. Martinez and said apologetically, “Dr. Martinez, please don’t take offense. He’s young and doesn’t know better. Let’s not let his nonsense disrupt your work.”
Dr. Martinez shook his hand dismissively, face tight with frustration. “You know I don’t tolerate this kind of behavior,” he muttered.
Adrian gave a strained smile, then turned back toward Hudson. His expression shifted from submissive to furious in a second.
“You. Out. Now,” he ordered, pointing at the door. “You’re not welcome here.”
The tension in the room thickened like fog.
“Uncle, that’s not right,” Ivory said firmly. “No matter what, Hudson is a guest in our home.”
Her voice was calm, but her words drew a clear line.
He may have said something out of turn, but Ivory knew her grandfather valued Hudson. He saw him as someone worth befriending. Even if no one else noticed, she had—especially after hearing Hudson's insight into her grandfather’s illness.
Chasing someone like that out the door? It might cost them more than they realized.
Adrian’s patience snapped. “I said get out!” he barked again.
Ivory opened her mouth to argue, but Hudson spoke first.
“It’s fine,” he said easily. “It’s a bit stuffy here anyway. I’ll get some air.”
He turned toward the door, offering Ivory a calm smile before stepping outside. There was no anger in his voice, no sign of being offended.
His thinking was simple: if they didn’t want to listen, he wouldn’t argue. But once things went wrong, they’d remember his warning.
Ivory hesitated, then followed him outside. She couldn’t just let him leave alone.
Back in the room, Adrian turned to Dr. Martinez and said with a flattering smile, “Please don’t mind him, Dr. Martinez. I don’t even know who that guy is—probably one of Ivory’s admirers trying to show off. Young people love to talk big. Don’t take it seriously,” he said, chuckling awkwardly. “Once this is done, I’ll deal with him myself.”
Dr. Martinez didn’t reply, but he gave a tight nod and turned back to his treatment. He wasn’t about to storm out, not with the procedure already in progress and the Lewis family being so prominent in Beverly.
Outside, Ivory caught up to Hudson, her face filled with guilt.
“Hey, I’m so sorry. My Uncle has a temper, and he just—”
Hudson waved her off. “It’s fine,” he said, smiling casually. “I’m not that sensitive.”
She studied his face, searching for any sign of irritation, but there was none. He looked completely at ease.
Still, her heart tightened with worry.
“Hudson,” she said hesitantly, “you said… if Dr. Martinez went through with that needle, it would kill my grandfather. Were you serious?”
Her voice trembled slightly.
She wasn’t a doctor. She didn’t know whom to believe. But she knew this—if something happened to her grandfather, and Hudson had been right all along, she would never forgive herself.
On one hand, Dr. Martinez was a renowned physician with decades of reputation behind him—some even called him a medical saint.
On the other hand, Hudson was a man Ivory had only just met, someone she barely knew. But her instincts told her there was more to him than met the eye. He wasn’t ordinary.
“You’ll see soon enough,” Hudson said with a calm smile, offering no further explanation.
Inside the house, Dr. Martinez had just finished placing one needle and was reaching for another when Arlo, who had been unconscious, suddenly began to tremble violently. His body seized, and the color of his skin turned an alarming shade of red, darkening by the second.
“Ah!” Dr. Martinez gasped, startled by the sudden reaction.
Adrian rushed forward, panic rising in his voice. “Dr. Martinez! What’s happening to my father?”
Dr. Martinez hesitated for a second, then forced a composed tone. “It’s nothing. This is a normal reaction—it means the needle therapy is working.”
Adrian opened his mouth but said nothing. His gut told him something was wrong, but he didn’t dare challenge the doctor.
Still, as he watched Arlo’s skin grow redder—almost unnaturally red, like blood was about to burst through the pores—Hudson’s earlier warning echoed in his mind.
He grew more anxious by the second, but fear and pride kept him quiet.
Dr. Martinez, now trying to reassert control over the situation, continued with the needle therapy. He was determined to bring things back on track. But with each needle, Arlo’s condition only worsened.
Damn it. What’s happening? Dr. Martinez thought, his heart racing.
He was supposed to be one of the most respected doctors in the region. If this man died under his care, especially in front of the Lewis family, it wouldn’t just be his reputation on the line—it could destroy his career.
If this had been some poor nobody from a small village, he could’ve thrown money at the problem and moved on. But the Lewis? They didn’t need money. And they wouldn’t forget.
Adrian, sweating now, couldn’t take it anymore. “Dr. Martinez... are you sure he’s okay?”
Dr. Martinez, feeling the pressure mounting, forced another calm response. “It’s a normal reaction. Don’t worry.”
Time dragged. Dr. Martinez kept pulling out and reapplying needles, but Arlo’s face was no longer just red—it had turned an ominous blackish color. Something was clearly very, very wrong.
Still, Dr. Martinez kept up the facade, pretending everything was under control.
Adrian bit his tongue, his worry turning into dread. He didn’t want to interrupt the treatment—but his father looked like he was dying.
Suddenly, Arlo’s body lurched, and he vomited a mouthful of dark blood. His eyes rolled back in his head.
“Dad!” Adrian shouted, lunging toward the bed.
His voice cracked as he turned toward Dr. Martinez. “Dr. Martinez, what’s happening?! What’s wrong with my father?!”
Dr. Martinez stood frozen. He’d been desperately trying to think of an explanation, some way to spin the situation in his favor—but now that blood had been spilled, there was no hiding the truth.
Adrian stood up slowly, his voice rough and cold. “Dr. Martinez... What did you do? Tell me what’s going on!”
Dr. Martinez’s confidence crumbled. Under the pressure of Adrian’s glare, he instinctively stepped back.
Then, gritting his teeth, he blurted, “It’s that kid! The one who interrupted earlier—it’s his fault. He distracted me. He’ll have to take responsibility for this!”
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“What the hell are you doing?”Warren’s voice cracked with rage as he glared at Hudson, his whole body trembling. He had only meant to humiliate Hudson by making him shine his shoes, but instead, Hudson had casually stepped on them, grinding yellow mud from his own soles into Warren’s polished leather.The once-pristine shoes now looked like they’d been dragged out of a dumpster. The humiliation burned inside Warren like molten lava.“Didn’t you ask me to shine your shoes?” Hudson said evenly, as if nothing was wrong. “You never specified how. I figured using my own shoes was the quickest way.” He smirked faintly. “Well, they’re polished. Now it’s time to pay up.”He calmly extended his hand.Warren’s fists clenched, his face twisting with fury. He knew Hudson was mocking him outright. The embarrassment was unbearable.Before Warren could snap, his date stepped forward, voice sharp and shrill. “Do you have any idea how expensive those shoes are?!” she snapped, glaring at Hudson. “Who
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That night was a blur of passion. For the first time, both of them gave in, letting go of every restraint. Again and again, they clung to each other until exhaustion finally took over.By early morning, Ivory had to leave for work. She was tired but reluctant to go, stealing one last look before stepping out.Hudson, worn out from the night before, slept until noon. When he finally stirred, he stretched out on the recliner in his backyard, staring at the drifting clouds. His thoughts grew complicated.He remembered promises made in the past. Promises with Freya that never reached the point of marriage. They had drifted apart, no matter how much they once meant to each other. Then there was Ivory. He never really thought things between them would go this far, but now, somehow, they had. Life, he realized, never followed the plans people set.He sighed, lost in thought, until his phone buzzed.“Hudson, do you remember the auction I mentioned last night?” Ivory’s voice came through the
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Even for a trained martial artist, it’s hard to fully control the body’s instinctive reactions in certain moments.It had been five years since Hudson and Freya married. Their union had happened quickly, without much foundation, and in the beginning Freya simply needed time. Later, she grew distant, avoiding him whenever possible. Because Hudson lived so low-key, she never truly looked at him as her husband, and so, five years passed without him ever touching her.Out of respect, Hudson never forced anything. The closest they had come to intimacy was holding hands. In the early days of their marriage, she would at least allow that much, but over time, even that faded. Whenever he came near, she would instinctively recoil.Seeing that she wanted nothing to do with him, Hudson gave up trying.But a woman’s body carries a power of its own, a kind of invisible pull on a man. Now, with Ivory pressed against him, Hudson felt his self-control falter. He immediately tried to channel his qi to
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Right now, Wilfred was truly furious.As a seasoned powerhouse, he alone understood just how terrifying Hudson really was. He thought the same way Arlo did: this was a man you simply couldn’t afford to provoke.Yes, there had been bad blood between them before, but as the saying goes, there are no permanent enemies, only permanent interests. Wilfred had already made up his mind: with someone like Hudson on their side, the Anderson family’s future could rise to unimaginable heights. But if they provoked him? The Andersons could vanish from Beverly Hills overnight.The thought chilled him to the bone. And here was his own grandson, still mouthing off, still pushing the limits.Wilfred realized he had spoiled William far too much. If he kept letting him act like this, the family would be destroyed in his hands sooner or later. Today, for the sake of giving Hudson an explanation, and for the Anderson family’s survival, William had to learn his lesson.“Grandpa, why?” William’s voice crack
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Inside the house, the air was heavy and still.Wilfred, a martial artist in the early stages of mastery, had cold sweat running down his forehead. His legs trembled uncontrollably. Since the day he set foot on the martial arts path, he had never felt fear like this.The Anderson family had already spent ten billion to treat William. Sure, they were one of the wealthiest families in Beverly Hills, with businesses spread across the city and assets impossible to count, but ten billion wasn’t pocket change. You didn’t just pull out another ten billion as if it were nothing.If they had to spend that amount again for his other son, it could seriously cripple the family’s resources. They’d have to think twice about every decision, from business expansion to even their daily lifestyle.As much as he respected Hudson’s incredible skill, Wilfred simply couldn’t afford another round of treatment at that price. For the sake of the family’s future, he forced a polite cough and said carefully, “Dr
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There was a sudden silence.Everyone turned to Johnny, confused about why he was so worked up.“Johnny, are you out of your mind?” Wilfred asked sharply.Johnny’s face was pale, his voice trembling. “It’s him. It’s him! He’s the one who crippled young Master.”The room froze.Wilfred’s entire body trembled. His bloodshot eyes slowly shifted to Hudson, his voice shaking as he asked, “You… you’re the one who shattered my grandson’s meridians?”At that moment, Wilfred’s rage nearly exploded.The so-called miracle doctor, the man he had just paid ten billion to heal his grandson, turned out to be the same person who destroyed him in the first place?It was too outrageous to believe.And then, in a flash of clarity, Wilfred finally understood why Arlo had stepped in on Hudson’s behalf back at the Lewis estate. They had known all along. They had played him for a fool.“Ahhh!”Blinded by fury, Wilfred forgot everything Johnny had told him earlier, that Hudson might be a martial artist in the
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