The Underestimated Cripple Is A Miracle Doctor

CHAPTER 2

“Olivia,” Jason said softly.

She didn’t even look up at him. She stared at the wine in her glass like it was more important than the man who had once risked his life to save her father.

He tried again, his voice rising a bit this time, “Olivia, I asked you a question. Do you really want to divorce me?”

She finally turned, arching an eyebrow like he had just asked her if the sky was blue. “Jason, I thought I already made myself clear. Yes, I do, isn’t it obvious?  I’ve wanted that since the moment you came back with nothing but your pitiful chair and even more pitiful excuses.”

Jason’s heart ached from her words and he shook his head.

“But we’ve been married for four years. After everything…”

“Exactly,” she cut in sharply, walking toward him with a look of disgust on her face. “Four years, Jason. Three of which were spent funding treatments for a man who came back exactly how he left, broken and useless.”

He was used to her being this harsh on him, but it still hurt him every time.

“Once the clause my grandfather put in that stupid marriage contract expires next year, I’m done. You can consider yourself evicted. I’ll even hire someone to wheel you out of here myself if I have to. I can’t bear the sight of you anymore.”

Jason’s voice came out very low as he spoke, “Please… Olivia, don’t do this. Just reconsider, at least for the sake that I love you. We… we were something once, weren’t we? I gave up everything because of that love.”

She gave a cold, bitter laugh and leaned down to his level, her face just inches from his. “You gave up nothing, Jason. You were nothing to begin with and now, you’re less than that, congratulations!”

She straightened and turned to Melissa, who was applying lip gloss by the hallway mirror now.

“Let’s go, Melissa,” she said, grabbing her purse. “I need new shoes, shopping always helps me forget tragedies.”

The two women walked out. A few seconds later, the front doors closed with a loud bang. After that, the rest of the Robinson family left the house one by one with different excuses. Peter said he had a meeting, Olivia’s mother said she was going to her spa, and the cousin took off his headphones and left without saying anything.

In a matter of thirty minutes, the full and noisy house fell into silence.

Jason remained there quiet, staring into the empty space in front of him. He looked down, feeling hurt and alone again, just like before. But then, all of a sudden, he heard a loud shrill sound from downstairs.

SCREEEEECH!

It sounded like a harsh screech of tires against the Robinson compound’s concrete driveway.

Jason’s eyes snapped open from the sound and his face went blank instantly.

“Oh no,” he reluctantly muttered to himself.

A moment later, the main doors swung open again.

The butler, Lawrence, hurried in, looking like he had just seen a ghost.

“Mr. Woods,” Lawrence said, his voice was shaking as he stood at the door area. “There… there are some people outside asking for you, Sir.”

Jason exhaled, already having a clue of who it was. “Who?”

Lawrence swallowed hard and wiped the sweat forming on his forehead with a trembling hand.

“Sir, they came in three Rolls Royces. Three! One black, one silver, and one royal blue, all of them were shining like mirrors. An-And they brought… briefcases full of cash, bottles of the most expensive wines, the kind I’ve only seen in movies, boxes of diamonds and gold. I swear, I thought I was dreaming. These people looked dangerously rich. They looked like royalty from another country or something.”

Jason didn’t even blink, he just raised a hand and rubbed his own forehead calmly. “I know who they are,” he said casually.

Lawrence breathed rapidly. “You… you know them?”

Jason gave a slow nod. “Yes.”

The man looked like his mind couldn’t process what he had just heard.

Jason looked up at him calmly. “Tell them to go back to where they came from.”

Lawrence’s jaw dropped. “Sir? B-but…”

“I said,” Jason repeated coldly, “tell them to leave here, now.”

Lawrence hesitated, clearly terrified at the thought of dismissing such powerful people. “Sir, please… are you sure? I… I don’t think I have the courage to…”

“Wait,” Jason suddenly said, as Lawrence hurried towards the door. Lawrence paused halfway to the door and looked back, confused.

Jason’s voice softened. “Ask them to wait for me instead.”

Lawrence felt a bit relieved. “You want me to wheel you down now, sir?”

Jason didn’t respond right away. Instead, he slowly lifted his right leg.

And then, in the silence that followed, Jason did something no one in that house, something no one in the entire world, had believed was possible anymore.

He stood up casually from the wheelchair.

He didn’t groan or wince from pain. He didn’t need help or pause for even a second. He just stood up, easily and smoothly, like it was nothing. There was no struggle, no pain, no stiffness. It was like the last three years in that wheelchair had never happened.

Jason stood straight and firm. His back was upright, and for the first time in years, he looked even stronger than he had before the injury.

Lawrence stumbled back by two steps, his eyes were wide open and his breath got stuck in his throat. His lips parted in disbelief, but for a moment, no sound escaped.

“Y-you…” he stammered, barely able to form the words. “Sir… you… stood up.”

Jason turned his head slowly, meeting Lawrence’s shocked eyes with a calm, steady look.

“Yes,” he said simply.

“But… how?” Lawrence asked, his voice kept on shaking from the shock that hit him. “You couldn’t even move your legs properly, your spine… it is… it damaged!”

Jason raised a finger to his lips, silencing him with a single, quiet motion. “Not a word of this, Lawrence. My wife and her family must not know anything about what you just saw.”

Lawrence’s hands trembled at his sides, his thoughts raced, leaving him confused.

“But… does this mean the treatment worked?” he asked in a low, shaky voice. “Does this mean that all the therapies and procedures finally healed you?”

Jason looked away, his expression becoming unreadable for a moment, before answering.

“No, none of that worked.”

“Then how?” Lawrence asked more questions, “W-what happened to you, sir?”

Jason’s eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice became lightly sharp,“You saw nothing.”

Lawrence opened his mouth, desperate to speak, but no words came.

Questions filled his mind, dozens of them, all crashing into each other but one look at Jason’s face told him the answers weren’t coming, at least not now.

During those three years abroad, Jason had never set foot in a hospital past the first week. Instead, hidden far from the eyes of the Robinsons and the world, he had uncovered something within himself, he discovered something that was inexplicable, a gift that couldn’t be explained by science or medicine.

The Power To Heal Any Disease…

It had awakened one night in a tiny monastery he had taken refuge in when he abandoned his “treatment.” His body, broken and failing, responded to something ancient, something dormant that was in his bloodline. He healed completely within a month, he had risen from his wheelchair, but didn’t stop using it for cover from enemies who sort to exploit his powers.

Jason spent the rest of those years helping others, mastering this healing ability. Over time, whispers began to spread, whispers of a man with hands that could touch death and bring life back. A man known only in secret circles as The Divine Finger.

Only a few ever saw his face, even fewer knew his real name.

But one man had foreseen it all… Abraham Robinson, Olivia’s grandfather.

Years ago, the old man had told Jason something important, though he spoke in strange ways. He talked about a vision where he saw Jason rising to become a healer, someone special and with extraordinary powers. That was why he made Olivia marry Jason, and why he believed in him when no one else did.

Jason had never told anyone what really happened during those three years, not even now, even though the truth about who he truly was could have changed everything.

Lawrence still stood frozen, staring at him in silence, unable to speak.

“I’ll go meet them myself. But don’t forget what I said.”

Lawrence nodded without a word, his throat was too tight to give an answer. Jason adjusted his sleeves, gave one last glance at the empty wheelchair, and walked out without looking back.