The Prison King Returns

Young Master?

Every eye in the room turned toward the physician.

The head doctor of Greyhaven’s most prestigious private hospital stood frozen, his mind struggling to process what had just happened.

Ginger. Honey. Pepper. Boiling water.

What kind of treatment was that?

He had spent more than thirty years studying medicine. He had trained overseas, chaired medical conferences, published research papers, and treated countless patients.

Yet this young man—this former inmate—had walked into his ward and accomplished what an entire team of specialists could not.

He looked around the room.

Marcus. Vanessa. The nurses. The security guards.

Everyone was watching him.

His reputation was on the line.

How could he kneel before an ex-convict? A man without a medical degree?

His pride rebelled.

“Don’t get cocky, you fraud!” he suddenly snapped, his face turning red. “She recovered because of the treatment and medication I gave her earlier! Her body was already stabilizing!”

He pointed at Elias.

“It was coincidence! Timing! Not your ridiculous mixture!”

The room immediately grew tense.

Vanessa’s expression darkened, while Marcus’s eyes turned cold.

The doctor continued desperately.

“You’re all being fooled! He mixes kitchen ingredients together and suddenly you treat him like some miracle worker?”

He turned toward the security guards.

“Security! Remove this man from my hospital immediately!”

The guards hesitated.

They exchanged uncertain looks before slowly approaching Elias.

“Sir… please come with us,” one of them said.

His voice lacked conviction.

They moved cautiously, almost as though they weren’t sure whether they were escorting a former prisoner out of the hospital or provoking something they couldn't handle.

Elias didn't move.

He simply stood there, completely calm, as though the entire situation was beneath his attention.

Before the guards could reach him—

“Stop.”

Marcus’s voice cut through the room.

The guards froze.

Marcus stepped forward, his expression no longer grateful or emotional. It was cold.

“Anyone,” he said slowly, looking across the security team, “who dares lay a finger on Mr. Crowe will regret it.”

His jaw tightened.

“For the rest of their lives.”

The threat was not an exaggeration.

Everyone in Greyhaven knew Marcus Vale’s influence. If he decided to destroy someone's career, there were very few people powerful enough to stop him.

The guards immediately stepped back.

The doctor’s face paled.

“You can’t threaten hospital staff!” he protested. “I’m the head physician here! I will not allow some fraud to undermine my authority!”

Marcus turned toward him.

His gaze was filled with disappointment.

“No,” he said quietly. “You are the head physician of this hospital.”

He stepped closer.

“And yet you wagered your professional integrity in front of witnesses.”

The doctor swallowed.

Marcus continued.

“You entered into a clear verbal agreement. You promised to kneel and apologize if he saved your patient.”

He gestured around the room.

“The nurses heard it. Security heard it. My wife heard it. I heard it.”

The doctor's breathing became heavier.

“You can refuse, of course,” Marcus said. “But then you'll have to explain why the head physician of this hospital made a public agreement and deliberately refused to honor it after losing the wager.”

The doctor’s forehead began to sweat.

“You… you wouldn’t.”

Marcus’s voice dropped.

“Test me.”

Those two words crushed the last of the doctor's confidence.

This was no longer about humiliation.

His license was at risk. His career was at risk. His reputation could disappear overnight.

Slowly, the head physician bent his knees.

His expensive coat touched the sterile hospital floor as he lowered his head.

“I…” His voice cracked.

He forced the words out.

“I apologize.”

He swallowed.

“I was wrong to doubt your abilities. Please forgive my arrogance, Mr. Crowe.”

The nurses stared in disbelief.

The guards looked away awkwardly.

Elias looked down at him without emotion.

There was no satisfaction in his eyes.

Whether the doctor stood or knelt made no difference to him.

Marcus then approached Elias.

“Mr. Crowe, thank you once again.”

He motioned to one of his subordinates.

The man immediately stepped forward carrying a thick stack of documents.

Marcus accepted the files and presented them to Elias with both hands.

“These contain everything I’ve managed to gather over the years. Financial records. Witness statements. Internal reports. Names connected to the investigation.”

His voice lowered.

“It may help you find the people responsible for what happened to your family.”

He looked directly at Elias.

“And I will support you however I can.”

Elias accepted the documents without ceremony.

“Then I’ll take my leave.”

Marcus hesitated.

“Where will you go? You can stay at my residence until you decide your next move. It would be an honor.”

Elias shook his head.

“I’ll find my way.”

Without another word, he turned and walked out of the room.

The hallway seemed to part naturally as he passed.

No one dared stop him.

When Elias stepped outside, the evening air touched his face.

For the first time in ten years, he was completely free.

Across the street, however, a fleet of black vehicles was waiting along the curb.

They weren't flashy, but everything about them spoke of wealth and authority.

Three people stood beside the lead vehicle.

A woman dressed in a fitted black suit stood at the front, with two men behind her.

The moment they saw Elias, all three stepped forward.

Then, without hesitation, they dropped to one knee.

Their heads lowered respectfully.

“Young Master.”

Elias stopped.

The woman spoke clearly.

“The Azure Organization has been waiting for your return.”