The Awakening Of Oliver Roberts

CHAPTER 5. HIS PROMISE

Mr. Hoshier suddenly fell to his knees, startling everyone.

Elena looked at his father, the omnipotent, towering head of the Hoshier family, in amazement, being so respectful in front of a young brat.

“Dad, get up! Why are you suddenly on your knees?” Elena anxiously tried to help her father up.

Mr. Hoshier pushed aside his daughter's hand, “Back off!” He looks up at Oliver in fear.

“Please forgive me for being more disrespectful just now and not recognizing that it was you, Mr. Oliver.” Mr. Hoshier admitted his mistake in fear, “I am honored to have you save my life, the Phoenix Tears Leaf you need will be delivered to your house later, please forgive us for our disrespect just now.”

What did this necklace mean? It could make the head of the huge Hoshier family grovel!

Oliver waved his hand lightly, “Get up.” then continued. "I have to go now..."

Elena watched Oliver's anxious figure as he hurried away, then helped her father to his feet, looking at him with confusion.

Mr. Hoshier patted his chest nervously, "It's been rumored for years that the owner of this necklace disappeared without a trace. The Alliance has been ownerless for so long. I never expected it to reappear in the world."

He looked at his daughter solemnly, "Our family is nothing more than dust in the Alliance. This opportunity to help Mr. Oliver could be the perfect chance for our family to rise to a higher level!"

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Oliver spent the whole day stabilizing his father's condition, using the same techniques he had used on the old man. Every time he did so, sweat poured down his forehead, and his breathing became heavier, but he had no choice. This was the only way to preserve his father's life until the potion he had promised arrived.

Inside the small room, Oliver sat by his father's bedside, looking at the frail face of the man who had once been so strong.

"Hang in there, Dad... I won't let you go," he whispered, his voice hoarse, hopeful. He squeezed his father's cold hand, trying to transfer the energy of his spirit through touch.

Not long after, the sound of a knock on the door made Oliver jolt. He rushed to open the door, and before him stood a well-dressed middle-aged man. His face was calm, but there was a worried look behind his sharp eyes.

"Good afternoon. I am Mr. Hoshier's butler." The man introduced himself with a slight bow. He took out a small silk-lined box from his bag and handed it to Oliver. "My master has fulfilled his promise. These are the herbs you need."

Oliver took the box without hesitation, opening the lid quickly. Inside, a small bottle of golden-colored liquid lay on a smooth cushion. Oliver's face didn't show much expression, but in his heart, there was a sense of relief that he couldn't hide.

"Thank you," Oliver said briefly.

He walked back to his father's room without further ado. Carefully, he poured the liquid potion into a spoon and brought it to his father's pale lips.

"Dad, please drink this. It will help you," he said softly as he gently touched his father's cheek.

He opened his eyes slowly, looking weak, but he obeyed. With Oliver's help, he drank the potion little by little.

For a moment, there was silence. Oliver held his breath, waiting for a reaction. A few seconds later, his father's breathing began to sound more steady, and the color in his face slowly returned. The old man's eyes opened wider, and he smiled faintly at Oliver.

"I... I feel better," his father said, his voice weak but full of gratitude.

"This potion is only the beginning. You must continue to rest, Dad. I'll make sure you're completely healed." Oliver was relieved, but he knew it wasn't over yet.

At the same time, the butler stepped in with a subtle smile on his face.

"Mr. Hoshier is very happy to hear that your father is getting better, and he has prepared a banquet dinner at the best hotel in town for you. In addition, the great lord asks that you be willing to come and cure his illness completely."

Oliver stared at the butler for a moment, contemplating. The offer sounded tempting, and he was about to nod in acceptance when suddenly the door to his house opened with a bang.

His friend Mark ran in, his breathing ragged, his face filled with fear.

"Oliver! The gangsters are here again! This time they brought more people!" He shouted in panic.