CHAPTER 9
Author: Tigress Ink
last update2025-09-01 18:55:12

Jason sat there in his wheelchair, his hands resting calmly on the armrests, but his eyes—those piercing, steady eyes—remained locked on the president.

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of the steady beeping of the heart monitor beside the president’s daughter.

Everyone was waiting for Jason to say something, but before he could even open his mouth, Alec, the president’s personal doctor, let out a sharp, mocking laugh.

“Well, this is rich,” Alec sneered, his lips curling with delight at the opportunity to humiliate.

He took a step forward, making sure all eyes were on him before gesturing toward Jason with a flourish, as though presenting him to an audience. “Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce this so-called savior. He is not a doctor, not even close. He is nothing more than a cripple sitting in a wheelchair. And you dare to bring him into this room? You dare to let him even look at the president’s daughter, much less touch her? If he so much as lays a finger on h
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    Every eye locked on the spectacle unfolding before them. Jason sat quietly in his wheelchair, his expression was calm as Samuel and Olivia stared at him in disgust.The police officers gripped the couple firmly, ready to resume dragging them away when Jason spoke again.“Wait,” Jason said, raising his hand ever so slightly. His eyes shifted toward the officers. “Do not take her away. Olivia… is my wife. I do not want her arrested.”Murmurs spread quickly among the crowd. The officers froze, their brows furrowing in confusion. Even Samuel and Olivia blinked in surprise before their expressions twisted again into contempt.One of the senior officers, a man with a stern face and heavy boots, took a step forward. His grip on Samuel’s arm never loosened as he addressed Jason.“This is not your decision. The order for their arrest came directly from the president himself. We cannot disobey that.” The officer said, his tone clipped.Jason tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing but his

  • CHAPTER 19

    “You,” Samuel spat, his voice echoing across the compound. “Of course it’s you. The cripple. The useless beggar who never knows when to quit. What in the world do you think you are doing here?”Olivia, who had been sobbing moments earlier, caught sight of Jason too. Her tears dried instantly as her face transformed into one of pure loathing.Her eyes narrowed, and her voice rose shrill with hatred.“Jason Woods,” she said, her words were loud. “So this is what it’s come to? You trailing after us like a desperate dog, following us even into the president’s villa. Have you no shame? Do you really think this place is meant for people like you?”The police officers stiffened slightly but said nothing.Jason sat calmly, his eyes darting from Samuel to Olivia, his hands folded lightly over his lap. He neither responded nor shifted at first, and his very silence seemed to fuel their anger.“I did not trail you here,” Jason finally said.Samuel yanked against the cuffs, ignoring Jason's words

  • CHAPTER 18

    Isabelle sat upright now, her hand resting gently in her father’s.Jason’s expression remained calm as though the astonishment of the world around him had nothing to do with him at all. He gave Isabelle one last glance and then turned his head slightly.“Wheel me out,” Jason said quietly.Michael’s man stepped forward instantly, placing both hands firmly on the back of the wheelchair. The man bowed his head slightly, acknowledging his words.But before he could reach the door, President Donovan stepped quickly in front of him, his face still flushed with gratitude.“Jason!” the president called. “Wait—please, just one moment more.”Jason paused, tilting his head up slowly. His expression was unreadable.The president’s voice shook as he spoke, but every word was drenched with sincerity. “I do not know how to thank you. Words will never be enough. You have given me back my child. You have done what no power, no money, no influence of mine could do. I am forever indebted to you. Do you

  • CHAPTER 17

    Doctors, nurses, and guards stood rooted to the spot, their mouths hanging open as though their very voices had been stolen. Not one of them moved, not one dared to breathe too loudly, because before their very eyes, the impossible had just unfolded.Isabelle Donovan—who had moments earlier been coughing blood, writhing in agony, and tethered to the machines that counted down her fading life—now stood upright. Upright on legs that had been lifeless for so long.Her pale cheeks were flushed with new color, her trembling lips stretched into a disbelieving smile, and tears streamed down her face as she looked at her own hands, then down at her moving feet again.“I… I can walk,” she whispered again, almost as if saying it aloud would make it vanish like a dream. Her voice was trembling, filled with awe and shock in equal measure. “Father… I can walk!”The clipboard a nurse had dropped earlier clattered as it was nudged by her shaking foot, and the sharp sound jolted everyone from their t

  • CHAPTER 16

    Michael’s man gently pushed him until the chair stopped beside the small table next to Isabelle. Jason’s gaze fell calmly on the clutter of items—medical tools, half-used bandages, vials, and a plain bottle of water.Jason reached out and lifted the bottle. His movements were so calm that for a moment, everyone in the room simply stared, waiting to see what he would do.He unscrewed the cap slowly, Then he leaned slightly forward, tilting the bottle toward Isabelle’s lips.“Drink,” Jason said softly, his voice calm and low, as though he were speaking not to a patient on the edge of death but to someone merely weary from a long day.Isabelle’s pale lips parted faintly, her weak body trembling as the cool water touched her tongue. She swallowed, just barely, the movement of her throat fragile but visible.The room, however, erupted—not with applause, but with disbelief.Alec, who had been standing stiffly at the foot of the bed, suddenly let out a loud laugh.“Water?” Alec sneered, his

  • CHAPTER 15

    Jason was still in the waiting room when he heard the chaos happening in Isabelle's ward. He sat in his wheelchair, his hands resting calmly on the armrests, his eyes closed as though he were asleep. But he was not.Every sound—the hurried footsteps, the raised voices, the cries of anguish—reached him. Behind him, Michael’s man stood, waiting, his eyes occasionally flicking toward the sealed ward doors.Then the muffled cries came through more clearly. Olivia’s shrill protests, Samuel’s desperate shouts insisting on his innocence, and the thundering tones of guards dragging them away.Jason’s eyes flickered open slowly. He breathed out, as if confirming something he already knew. “They’re gone,” Jason murmured, his voice calm. “Olivia and Samuel are gone.”Michael’s man leaned forward slightly. “Shall I check to be certain, sir?”Jason shook his head. “No need. The noise tells me everything. They’ve been exposed. The president is drowning in grief and rage. And Isabelle…” His words tr

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