2025-10-10 20:13:12After the first phase of the surgery, the surgeons peeled off their bloodied gloves as monitors and stabilizers hummed steadily.
“His performance was ... transcendent,” Shirley whispered to Jaxon. “It felt like watching a Demi-god at work. Perfect and skillfull.’ Jaxon smiled. “You sound like you just watched a symphony.” “I did,” Shirley said, turning to him. “I’ve read about Dr. Brighton. They say he once sutured a ruptured aorta in ninety seconds. I thought it was a legend. But now... seeing him work...” Jaxon felt flattered, she wasn't aware she was praising Jaxon, who also was Dr. Brighton in disguise. “He slipped out right after. Didn’t even wait for the post-op rundown.” She sounded sad. “I saw him on the seventh floor,” Jaxon replied. “Private wing. He rests there after major procedures. And trust me, Brighton doesn’t love to be disturbed. Especially not after something like this.” Shirley’s shoulders sank slightly, but her eyes still shimmered. “I just wanted to thank him. Or ask him how he became so god-level brilliant. The incision, the timing, the way he handled the hemorrhage, it was like he saw it before it happened.” Jaxon watched her speak. “You really admire him.” he said, half-smiling. “I do,” Shirley replied. “It’s rare to witness mastery. And rarer still to feel it change you.” Jaxon tilted his head. “You know, I’ve worked with Brighton for years. But I’ve never heard anyone describe him like that.” Shirley laughed gently. “Maybe you’ve never paid enough attention.” “Well... maybe.” They walked slowly toward the recovery wing, where Maziya lay unconscious, her vitals were now steady. “She’s stable,” Shirley said, scanning the chart. “But I wonder why she has no listed relatives, no emergency contacts, no initials on her ID band. Just ‘Maziya.’” Jaxon frowned. “I noticed that too. No birth records. No national registry. It’s like she appeared out of nowhere.” Shirley looked up. “You think she’s undocumented?” “I think she’s... unrecorded,” Jaxon said, his voice low. “There’s a difference. Even undocumented people leave traces. But Maziya, she’s a ghost.” There was silence. “Do you think she'll make it through the second phase of the surgery?” Jaxon was careful not to give her hope. “With Dr. Brighton, she'll stand a chance.” Shirley clasped her palms together as if in prayer, and raised her eyes to the heavens. “God, let her not die!...pleeeeaaaase!!!” Jaxon looked at her, the weight of uncertainty pressing into his spine, he could see tears circling her eyes. His watch beeped – Two hours to phase 2 of the surgery. He had to hurry. Just then his phone pinged, it was a notification from his wife, Rosey Harrow: Come home soon, Honey, I have a surprise package for you. “Family calls?” Dr. Shirley asked. Jaxon nodded. He excused himself , grabbed his keys and rushed towards home. Dammit! He had almost forgotten to buy her favorite jewelry. He pulled up outside Jewelcraft Royale, one of the most exclusive jewelry houses in Hollowbridge. The moment he entered, silence fell and everyone turned. The receptionist, a red-lipped woman with attitude glanced at his faded clothes, then exchanged looks with the security staff. Whispers followed him like shadows. He ignored them and approached the main counter. “Good evening,” he said. The British woman behind the counter barely masked his disdain. “We… uh… don’t have anything in your price range, sir.” “I didn’t ask for prices,” Jaxon replied calmly. “I need something special for my woman.” A few younger staff giggled. One whispered, “Maybe he’s lost.” The store manager, a round figure overfed man in a blue suit, walked over briskly. “I’m going to have to ask you to leave, sir,” he said with a plastic smile. “This is not… a store for homeless peasants. Our clients have appointments.” Jaxon tilted his head. “Is that how you treat all new customers?” “We treat our clients with standards,” the man said, his voice stiff. “Now you’ll kindly leave, before I call the security.” He was offered the door, but shame couldn't make him move. “I’ll take the store.” The words fell like thunder. Silence, then snickers. The manager blinked. “Excuse me?” “I said I’ll buy everything in here. Everything. The building, the inventory, your appointment lists. Name your price.” Jaxon pulled out his phone and secure banking app loaded with thousands of digits displayed, waiting for a fingerprint. The manager jokingly turned to the inventory staff standing by the counter. “How much are the jewelries in this store valued at?” She laughed. “960 million dollars, sir” Everyone joined in the laughter. Just then, the manager’s phone pinged: $980,000,000.00 INSTELLAR NOTIFICATION OF PURCHASE: JEWELCRAFT ROYALE The manager’s expression changed from laughter to surprise to shock. His mouth was opened in a soundless gasp. “I’ll have my legal team reach out,” Jaxon said softly. “You may want to prepare your resignation.” “I'm…. sorry sir, I mean…” The manager trembled as he walked to assist him. Jaxon walked to the counter, pointed to a necklace of black opals and platinum filigree. “Wrap that and the sapphire set in the back. And the diamond cufflinks. I’ll take them all.” The man scrambled to obey, hands trembling. He turned, walking toward the door as the once-arrogant staff scrambled to offer help. “Sir! We’re so sorry! Let me show you…” But he ignored them. At his apartment, he carried the velvet boxes in one hand, a quiet smile playing on his lips. He imagined Rosey’s face, her eyes lighting up. “Rosey?” he called. No reply. In the living room was the surprise package she had dropped for him: a cream-colored envelope sealed with wax stamps. Jaxon’s smile disappeared. He opened it slowly. PETITION FOR DISSOLUTION OF MARRIAGE. His breath stopped. The words blurred as he stared at the Legal jargons, signatures and Dates. He sat down, a second envelope lay beneath the first. He opened it. I'M SORRY, JAX. I CAN NO LONGER DO THIS MARRIAGE WITH YOU. TO THAT EFFECT, YOU'LL FIND THE DIVORCE PAPERS IN THE LIVING ROOM. —ROSEY HARROW
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Chapter FortyThe city was ablaze with whispers, notifications, and outrage. Everywhere Jaxon looked, he could see the evidence of what he had unleashed. People stood in clusters on street corners, their phones held up, replaying the broadcast. News vans raced through the streets, their satellite dishes extended, reporters scrambling to cover the story that had exploded across every screen in Hollowbridge. The Governor's empire had begun to crumble before the eyes of the city, cracks spreading through the foundation that had seemed so solid just hours before.But there was no triumph in Jaxon's chest. Only the cold knot of danger tightening around him, constricting his breath, making every step feel heavier than the last.Shirley stayed close, her hand gripping his as they ducked into an alley between two buildings. Their tunnel escape had ended when they reached a maintenance exit that led to the surface, spilling them out into the city streets just as dawn began to break. But t
Chapter 39
Chapter Thirty-NineJaxon staggered back from the terminal, his legs barely holding him upright. His chest heaved with each breath, shallow and ragged, and the metallic tang of blood filled his mouth. He could taste it, feel it pooling at the back of his throat, mixing with the dust and grime that coated everything in this forsaken tunnel. The wound in his shoulder throbbed with a relentless, burning intensity that made his vision swim.The smoke charge had barely bought them time. Minutes, maybe. Enough to get away from the loading dock, enough to disappear into the service tunnel before Charles's agents closed in. But every step since then had felt like dragging the weight of his past and future simultaneously. Every movement pulled at the wound, sent fresh waves of pain radiating through his body, reminded him that he was not invincible, that he was running on borrowed time.Shirley pressed tightly against him, her arm wrapped around his waist, supporting him, keeping him upri
Chapter 38
Chapter Thirty-EightThe city froze.It happened in waves, starting from the city centre and rippling outward through the districts. First, the digital billboards flickered and went dark. Then they lit up again, but instead of advertisements or news updates, they showed something else entirely. A face. Bloodied, exhausted, but unmistakably alive.Jaxon Mason.Streets dimmed as people stopped walking, stopped talking, stopped moving. They turned their heads upward to the screens, their eyes widening as they took in the image. Trains halted at stations, their drivers distracted by the broadcast playing on every monitor. Cars slowed to a crawl, horns blaring in frustration until their drivers realized what was happening and fell silent.Thousands of eyes turned upward to the screens now filled with Jaxon's battered face.His voice cut through the noise of the city, clear and steady despite the exhaustion etched into every word."My name is Jaxon Mason. You know me as the traitor. T
Chapter 37
Pain seared through Jaxon's shoulder, sharp and burning, radiating down his arm and into his chest. He clutched the case tightly against his body, feeling the warmth of his own blood soaking through his shirt, spreading across the fabric in a dark, wet stain. His vision blurred for a moment, the world tilting sideways, but he forced himself to stay conscious, forced himself to keep moving.Shirley pressed her hand against the wound, applying pressure, her fingers slick with blood. Her face was pale, her own shoulder still bleeding from the graze she had taken, but her focus was entirely on him."Stay with me!" she shouted, her voice cutting through the chaos of gunfire and shouting agents. "Do not you dare pass out on me, Jaxon!"He gritted his teeth, pushing through the pain. "Get to the metro line. Go!"She refused, her grip on his arm tightening. "Not without you.""Shirley—""I said not without you!" Her voice cracked slightly, raw with emotion and desperation. "I am not leavin
Chapter 36
Inside the archive, the air was stale and cold, thick with the smell of old paper and preservatives. Rows of metal shelves stretched from floor to ceiling, packed tight with files, ledgers, and sealed containers that had not been opened in years. The lighting was dim, just a few overhead bulbs that flickered occasionally, casting long shadows across the narrow aisles.Jaxon moved quickly, his eyes scanning the labels on the shelves. The filing system was outdated, organized by date and department rather than any modern digital categorization. It took him several minutes to locate the section he needed—surgical logs from the past three decades, archived and forgotten.He pulled down the first box and opened it carefully. Inside were stacks of patient records, each one documenting a surgery performed at Brattson Diagnostics. The handwriting varied from different doctors, different eras but the information was consistent with patient names, dates, procedures and outcomes.Jaxon flip
Chapter 35
Jaxon pushed through the heavy metal door and stepped out into the night. The numbness wrapped around him like a thick coat, blocking everything. His legs moved on their own, one foot after the other. Ethan followed close, his mouth shut for once, eyes darting around the dark exit tunnel.The air hit them cold and wet as they climbed the ladder to the surface. Rain poured down hard, drumming on the metal grate above.They emerged under an overpass, city lights flickering through the sheets of water. Jaxon stopped dead, staring across the river at the skyline. Tower after tower carried the Harrow name in glowing letters. Harrow Plaza. Harrow Tower One. Harrow Medical Centre. His family’s mark on everything. He stood there, rain soaking his hair, running down his face. He did not wipe it away.Ethan pulled his hood up, water dripping from his sleeves. He waited a few seconds, then spoke low. “You alright?”Jaxon’s voice came out quiet, almost lost in the rain. “They lied to me.”E
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