2024-11-09 22:09:02Alex has traced a place he knew by memory in an area not so far from the Waltons Estate. Though the Waltons estate has changed because of the development, the areas around it still retained its old features so I could tell that I wasn’t in the wrong place.
He was standing in front of his Uncle, Victor Miller's house. Just as he was about to ring the doorbell, his phone rang, and he picked up,
“Hello?”
“Hello, Divine doctor, I am David bourne. the one that received your number after showing you the healer’s card that your sister had given me. I am calling to ask if you can come and check up on my daughter right now. She is in a critical condition, she is unable to breathe properly.”
"It is late now and it will be hard to find a taxi, send a car to the location I will send to you over a text.” he replied to him.
“Okay sir. But my wife happened to bring an orthodox doctor here and he claimed that he can stabilize my daughter’s breathing only that she will not be able to walk again.”
“I am a bit skeptical about letting him go on with the treatment because I want my daughter to be able to use her legs.”
Alex replied to him in a strict tone, “Send him away from your house if you want your daughter to live the rest of her life in a wheelchair.”
Then he hung up right away and rang the doorbell, a woman showed up in front of him and looked at him with disdain, just like Thea and done, she went ahead to scan him from head to toe. “You are the wrong address.”
“Er ma’am, I am here to see Uncle Miller,” he said.
Victor Miller used to be a poor man who his father helped before he passed away. He gave Miller a million dollars to fund his business which later became a big thing.
“Uncle Miller?” The woman repeated after him confusedly. “What could pauper possibly look for from my husband addressing him after he is close to him, calling him Uncle Miller? Who are you?”
Alex has never met Miller’s wife or kids, so it was impossible for them to recognize him at all. “Uncle Miller is my late father’s friend and I have come to see him.”
“You're so unbelievable, who comes to see his uncle at this time of the day without calling first and we do not have any poor friends. All my husbands and their children are all classy people.” She scanned his appearance from head to toe again, “I will say this again, you look nothing like someone my husband knows.”
Alex was beyond surprise, he wondered if classism was a general thing in Mericania because everyone kept bragging about the little they had as if they owned the whole world. How could she tell if she knew her husband just from us taking a look at him.
“Ma’am. Your husband was my father’s friend and he knows me. You don’t have to let me directly. Just tell him that Alex Cole is here for him.” He explained but it only fueled her doubt.
“I am quite familiar with your games, are you trying to distract me so that your group members have come to steal from us?”
“I’m not here to steal from you. Uncle Miller can testify to my identity when he sees me.”
“If my husband truly knew you, how about you give him a call?”
He heaved a heaven sigh as he was already exhausted. He opened his back and searched for his little pocket notes that he usually carried about but he didn’t find it there.
Alex didn't have Vcicot Miller’s phone number saved on his phone but he had written it alongside important things in his pocket note but now he could find it.
This woman would definitely think he waa a little even if he tried to explain to her. He had nowhere else to say, he wanted to even settle there before going to Bourne’s house to treat his daughter.
Miller’ wife who was already tired of standing by the door and eating for a non-existent proof , “Please leave before I call the police on you and I will make sure they take you to the part of the prison where you people will never see you before. You big thief.” She warned.
“Leave now!”
“But ma’am.” Alex was about defending himself when Viciot Miller walked to the door.
“What is going on?” he asked his wife, then he peeped outside and saw Alex standing by the door. “Oh, Alex Cole? Is that really you?
Alex nodded in agreement.”
“Please come in.” Victor Miller ushered him in immediately.
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Chapter 180- Princess Serena disappears
The night was quiet—but it was the kind of quiet that carried tension in every leaf, every gust of wind.A silence that did not soothe, but waited.Thea Walton walked alone along the marble-lined walkway of the eastern courtyard. Her boots were silent against the stone, but her heartbeat was not. It pounded beneath her ribs with a stubborn rhythm that refused to settle.She had not seen Alex since the royal edict was declared.She had stood three steps behind him when the Crown Prince raised his voice and placed a scroll in his hands.She had watched as the palace bowed to him—an outsider, a healer, a threat—and had said nothing when her fellow generals whispered questions in her direction.But it wasn’t jealousy.Not entirely.It was something heavier.Something harder to name.She climbed the stairs to the private terrace just above the Flame Pavilion. There, surrounded by a half-circle of plum trees, stood Alex Cole, alone.He was facing away from her, his hands clasped behind his
Chapter 179 - Four times
The throne chamber was not usually this quiet.But on this morning, no one dared to speak out of turn.The long ceremonial hall, gilded with beams of gold lacquer and painted phoenixes, stood bathed in soft sunlight that filtered through tall stained-glass windows. Every footstep echoed. Every breath was measured.A select gathering had been called.Not a full council meeting—no, this was something rarer.A Strategic Royal Audience, convened solely at the will of the Crown Prince.Seated at the base of the throne dais were General Earlton, Lady Thea Walton, and four court physicians. The rest of the benches were filled by trusted intelligence officers, security masters, and two elders summoned at the last hour.At the center of the chamber stood Alex Cole, his posture straight, his expression unreadable. He wore the same black-silver robe gifted to him during the flower refinement trial. The inner hall lighting gleamed faintly off the phoenix embroidery on his collar.The whispers had
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Later, in the quiet of the strategy garden, the Crown Prince sat with Alex beneath the phoenix blossom tree. The sun had softened, casting golden light through the leaves. “You were not wrong to speak bluntly,” the Prince said. “But it will draw more enemies,” Alex replied. The Prince nodded. “I am used to them.” He looked up at the sky. “There was a time I believed in peace. In balance. But now… I see we are all pieces on a board shaped by men like Bourne.” Alex’s voice was low. “Then let us be the ones who flip the board.” The Prince smiled faintly. “You remind me of my uncle when he was young.” “Was he wise?” “He was brave,” the Prince said. “And now he is dead.” They sat in silence. Then the Prince stood. “I have a favor to ask.” “Speak it.” “Continue your research on flame Qi,” the Prince said. “There is a legend I need verified. One that involves your seal… and my mother.” Alex raised a brow. “What legend?” The Prince’s voice lowered. “That the Phoenix Line o
Chapter 177 - Dangerous waters
The banners of the Jade Pavilion fluttered in the late morning breeze as the Imperial Court of Elders convened for an unscheduled session.It was rare for the Crown Prince to summon the council without imperial prompting. Rarer still for him to do so on temple day, when most elders were expected to attend prayer offerings or engage in scholarly review. Yet all thirteen robed figures arrived within the hour, none bold enough to decline the Crown Prince’s personal seal.At the center of the grand chamber, a long half-moon dais faced a raised seat where the Crown Prince now sat, flanked by two incense-bearing ministers. Behind him stood Alex Cole, dressed once again in black and silver robes, his face calm though his presence sent a ripple through the room.The court was not used to outsiders.Certainly not ones who stood without kneeling.Yet none called it out.They had heard of him.They had heard of the poisoned assassin.The Crown Prince stood.His voice was steady, rich with the
Chapter 176 - Half brother
The first light of morning filtered through the lattice windows of the Crown Prince’s private strategy hall, casting long golden bars across the polished floor. Outside, the palace was waking. Gardeners swept fallen petals. The temple bells rang softly in the distance. Couriers moved with quick steps, carrying missives sealed in jade tubes.But inside, the tension was suffocating.Alex Cole stood near a long scroll table, arms folded across his chest. He had cleaned and dressed his wounds, though the bandage around his left bicep was still fresh. His expression was unreadable.Across from him stood Thea Walton, her cloak removed and tossed across the nearest chair. Her uniform was partially undone, revealing the tight linen beneath, but she looked less like a war general today and more like a woman on the edge of something personal.The Crown Prince sat at the head of the room, leaning slightly on his right arm. His sword, wiped clean of the assassin's blood from the night before, la
Chapter 175 - Alex goes down
Moonlight spilled across the cobblestone pathways of the imperial courtyard like liquid silver. The garden here, nestled between the east wing of the inner court and the outer temple pavilions, was designed for silence. No servants wandered here after dusk. The lanterns had been dimmed to faint embers, and only the distant rustling of wind-touched bamboo broke the stillness.Alex Cole stood alone beneath the blossoming night cherry tree at the garden’s edge.His breath was shallow. Fatigue gnawed at his bones.He had not rested since the completion of the cure. The strain of channeling high-tier flame Qi during refinement had pushed his meridians close to overload. Though he had masked it well, his energy was fractured. Spiritual channels that usually ran like rivers now trickled slowly, choked by internal strain.Still, something had drawn him outside.A whisper at the back of his mind. A prickle at the base of his neck.He had sensed it earlier at his window—a shift in the palace’s
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