2025-10-08 08:12:22“I’ve met the Secretary of the Miracle Doctor…”
The words echoed in my mind like a thunderclap. My heart hammered fiercely in my chest, as if trying to break free. I stood frozen, staring into the distance as the pieces of a puzzle finally clicked into place. My legs trembled, barely able to hold me up, but the shock coursing through my veins gave me a strange kind of strength—just enough to stay standing. Then, darkness threatened to pull me under.
When I finally opened my eyes again, the memory of the mysterious woman was crystal clear.
Linda.
Her voice had been calm but powerful, speaking to me like I mattered—as if I was more than just a man caught in the middle of a storm. She had handed me a card, a card not meant for just anyone’s hands.
I reached out, my fingers trembling, and pulled out my phone. Dialing her number felt like summoning a lifeline.
Two rings.
She answered.
“I knew you’d come around,” she said, her voice smooth, warm, and unhurried, like she was waiting for me all along.
“I’m not sure about that,” I admitted, my voice cracking. “But I trust a woman of your caliber wouldn’t deceive someone like me… or would she?”
There was a pause, a quiet confidence in her answer. “I’m better than that.”
“You’re the Secretary of the Miracle Doctor everyone in the country is desperate to meet?” I asked, glancing at the card again. The black and gold design gleamed under the light, with nothing but a name, a number, and a faint symbol of a dragon hidden inside the seal.
She didn’t flinch. “I am,” she said calmly, testing me.
“My wife wants a divorce,” I confessed, swallowing the lump in my throat. “But it’s more than that. She’s slowly killing me—not with poison, but with humiliation, with every word she throws at me. She’s draining me dry. And her new man? He’s a fraud. He’s pretending to be someone he’s not.”
Linda didn’t hesitate. “I’ll help you.”
Her words stopped me cold. “You… can?”
“Yes,” she said simply. “Where are you now?”
“The hospital.”
“I’ll be there shortly.”
The call ended abruptly—no dramatic goodbyes, no empty promises. Just quiet certainty. She was coming, and that meant everything was about to change.
I wondered, as I slowly rose from the bed, what Nancy would say when she found out I was connected to the only hope her mother had left.
I had to find out what they were planning—and how Nancy’s mother was really doing.
****
The hospital corridors stretched ahead, sterile and endless. As I approached the ward, a voice I’d come to despise cut sharply through the quiet.
Carl.
He was on the phone, speaking on speaker. His tone was calm but his words were sharp-edged and filled with menace.
“The Miracle Doctor isn’t someone you can just reach, sir,” the man on the other end said, his voice trembling with fear.
“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Carl barked back.
“Only a few of the wealthiest families have ever even seen her assistant—let alone the Miracle Doctor herself.”
Carl laughed coldly. “If you can’t get the real Miracle Doctor, then just find someone else and make him look the part.”
I froze. My heart pounded so hard I thought he’d hear it through the walls.
Surely, I hadn’t heard that right?
“I don’t understand, sir,” the caller said hesitantly.
“When you can’t find the real treasure, you polish a stone and pretend it’s gold,” Carl sneered.
My chest tightened, rage boiling inside me like a volcano ready to erupt.
“But… What if something goes wrong? Even the top surgeons here said the surgery is too dangerous,” the caller warned.
“Has Nancy ever seen the Miracle Doctor?” Carl asked coldly.
“No…”
“Neither has her mother.”
“But sir… I could lose my license… everything.”
“Do your job, and I’ll protect you. I just want Nancy to marry me. Once that happens, all of this is over.”
“So… this is the only way?” the caller asked.
“It’s the best way,” Carl snapped. “She wants a miracle doctor? Then we’ll give her our own.”
My fists clenched tightly at my sides. The man Nancy was betraying me for—the one she trusted—was a fraud.
I turned to leave, but my foot caught the edge of the doorframe. I stumbled, knocking the door slightly.
Carl’s head snapped toward me, eyes blazing with fury.
Our eyes locked. His face twisted from shock to rage in an instant.
He took a step toward me, slow and deliberate.
I didn’t back down.
Even if I was broken, even if I had nothing left—at least I had the truth.
“What the hell are you doing sneaking around?” he spat.
“This is a hospital, not your mansion. Last I checked, this ward wasn’t restricted,” I said evenly.
“Being unrestricted doesn’t give you permission to loiter,” he snarled. “A man with courtesy would know that.”
I smiled coldly, biting back the anger threatening to explode. “Courtesy is shown, not spoken. You’d know that if you had a conscience. But tell me, Carl… why are you here?”
Before he could answer, a sharp voice cut through the tension like a knife.
“Why are you questioning him?” Nancy stormed in, eyes blazing with fury.
She brushed past me without hesitation and grabbed Carl’s arm, holding him possessively.
“Oh, don’t worry about it, babe. It’s fine,” Carl said smoothly, his hand stroking her shoulder with practiced affection.
I rolled my eyes. If only she knew who she was really siding with.
“No,” Nancy said firmly. “I can’t have him making you uncomfortable. You’ve done too much for my mother already.”
She leaned into his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her, playing the victim perfectly.
“But… he’s your husband,” Carl said almost in a whisper, voice trembling like a wounded saint. His eyes glistened red with false emotion.
What an actor.
“Is that what this is about?” Nancy turned to me, her eyes narrowed like a predator’s. “Are you following Carl because you’re jealous? Because I’m leaving you?” I said nothing.
My silence only stoked her rage.
“Don’t you dare make him look bad just because you’ve failed as a husband!”
“Nancy, please…” Carl begged, stepping forward to play the hero once more. “Let’s not fight.”
“No!” she shouted, her voice breaking the sterile quiet of the ward. “I need to put him in his place.”
“You pretend to be dead—after donating blood—just to guilt-trip me into staying? Then you stalk Carl and try to sabotage him?”
She scoffed, venom dripping from every word.
“You know what? We’re getting a divorce!”
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