Rise to Power: The Miraculous Liam Regan.

Chapter 10

At that moment Liam felt his strength drain away the moment the words settled into his mind. His legs trembled, and for a second, he thought he might collapse right there in the hospital lobby. He pressed his palm against the counter, forcing himself to stay upright.

He couldn't believe he had been deceived by the woman he loved.

His property had been stripped from him.

And the one person he cherished more than his own life had been left to die alone, forgotten, unpaid.

The weight of it all crushed down on his chest.

Then Liam staggered toward the waiting area and dropped into a chair. He bent forward, elbows on his knees, his head bowed as his shoulders shook. Quiet sobs escaped him, the kind that came from deep inside, where pride and hope were both breaking at once.

It was too much for any man to bear, not at this point, not at his lowest point in life.

In this world, being poor was the same as being useless.

His house was gone, after a long while, Liam forced himself to stand. He wiped his face and returned to the counter, his voice raw as he pleaded for more time just a few extra days. The hospital attendant didn’t even hesitate.

“Ten days is final,” she said flatly.

There was nothing more to say.

Liam left the hospital, stepping back into the crowded streets with no sense of direction and no certainty about tomorrow. How long would the rich continue to prey on the poor? That land was his. That house belonged to his family. It had been taken without his consent consent that should have mattered, even if Emily was his wife.

None of it made sense, If there was still law in this city, then he could take them to court.

With that thought clinging to him like a fragile thread, Liam headed straight for City Hall. The towering building loomed over him, cold and indifferent. Inside, he navigated the endless corridors until he reached the department that handled property ownership and divorce disputes.

He was led to a desk and sat down across from a woman in an official uniform. She barely concealed the disdain in her eyes as she looked him over from head to toe.

All the employees in City Hall were C‑level citizens or above. It was nothing new for an E‑level citizen like Liam to be looked down upon.

The woman folded her hands neatly on the desk and looked at Liam with practiced indifference.

“How may I help you?” she asked.

Hearing her words Liam swallowed and forced himself to speak clearly. “My wife claimed my property and divorced me without my consent. The documents were signed here under this very roof. And yesterday, the approval for my house to be demolished was also signed here.”

His hands tightened into fists. “I deserve an explanation. And I deserve compensation. Everything has already been taken from me.”

At that moment The woman raised a brow slightly. “Your name?”

“Liam Hendricks Reagan.”

Her fingers moved across the register. The faint glow of the screen reflected in her eyes as she scrolled through the records. Her expression didn’t change not even when she reached the crucial part.

After a moment, she read aloud, her tone cold and official.

“Your ex‑wife, Emily, is registered as a B‑level citizen. She granted authorization to the Crawford family specifically Benjamin Crawford to act on her behalf.”

She paused briefly, then added, “The Crawford family is also classified as B‑level.”

Each word landed like a blow.

The woman turned the screen slightly so Liam could see. “All procedures were followed according to protocol. Divorce authorization, property transfer, demolition approval everything is legally binding.”

Liam’s chest burned. “So that’s it?” he asked hoarsely.

She leaned back in her chair. “If you wish to dispute this matter in court, you may do so.”

Hope flickered for just a second before she continued.

“To file a case against your ex‑wife, the court f*e is fifty thousand dollars.”

Liam’s breath caught.

“You may also file a case against Benjamin Crawford,” she went on smoothly. “That f*e is one hundred thousand dollars.”

Her smile widened slightly, sharp at the edges.

“And if you believe City Hall itself made an error,” she concluded, “you are free to sue the city hall for three hundred thousand dollars.”

She smiled then, fully aware that an E‑level citizen could never afford such amounts. Not in a million years.