The understated miraculous Doctor.

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

“War Goddess, Serenity.”

Dr. Kyle's voice carried clear regret through the phone.

“I... I failed to secure his contact details.”

He paused, swallowing his professional pride.

“Perhaps because I initially dismissed his abilities. Quite rudely, in fact–”

“You doubted him?”

Serenity's voice held a mix of understanding and frustration.

“Who wouldn't? a young man from a village clinic...”

Dr. Kyle sighed heavily.

“But his skills... they surpass anything I've seen in forty years of practice.”

upon hearing what Dr Kyle just said Serenity's fingers tightened she couldn't believe someone's medical skills would far surpass Dr Kyle to this point.

Without wasting anymore she said.

“The Nathaniel family. They can arrange a meeting between us.”

Serenity voice carried the decisive tone that had won battles.

“I'll handle this personally.”

**

Damien stepped out of Crystal Palace restaurant into the cooling air, pleasantly satisfied from the meal.

At that moment his phone buzzed - And it was Uncle Bernard's name flashing on the screen.

“Young Damien!”

The older man's voice was warm but insistent.

“I haven't seen you in years. You must stay with us tonight, I won't take no for an answer.”

Damien closed his eyes briefly. The thought of facing Jessica again... but Uncle Bernard had been his father's closest friend and he has great respect towards him and he can't decline.

“Very well.”

Without exchanging anymore words the call ended and Damien arrived at the house again.

The mansion's lights were already blazing when he arrived.

Jessica and her mother stood in the entrance, their matching expressions of disdain visible through the open door.

“Back so soon?”

Deborah's voice dripped with venom.

“Missing our charity already?”

immediately Jessica eyes Squinted.

“Perhaps he doesn't have anywhere to sleep, he must have spent all of the money he had saved up from that useless clinic .”

“Jessica!!”

Uncle Bernard's voice carried that tone she knew better than to argue with.

immediately she kept her mouth shut.

Sir Bernard, who wants to fasten up the relationship between Jessica and Damien, sees this as an opportunity to do so.

“Young Master Elvis is hosting a party at Crystal Bay tomorrow. Perfect opportunity for you and Damein to spend some time together.”

Upon hearing what her father just said Jessica's perfectly manicured nails dug into her palm, but she kept her face carefully neutral knowing she can't question her father.

“Yes, Father.”

“Good.”

He smiled, patting Damien's shoulder.

“You'll accompany Jessica to the party, won't you, Damien?”

Before Damien could respond, Jessica's lips curved into a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

“Of course he will, Father. I'll... make sure he fits right in.”

At that moment Deborah shot her knowing look at Uncle Bernard.

‘Let him experience firsthand just how out of my depth he really is. After tomorrow, he'll never dare dream of thinking about marriage again.’

She watched Damien's calm expression, her irritation growing at his continued indifference. Tomorrow would change that. Tomorrow, he'd finally understand exactly where he belonged – and it wasn't anywhere near her social stratum.

It was the next day and Damien told Uncle Bernard he would be going to Celestial Bank for some transactions.

He needed money to buy herbs to treat Serenity grandfather and he's going to use the black card his senior sister gave him.

“You'll take the Bentley,”

Uncle Bernard announced at breakfast, beaming at the forced couple.

“Jessica can show you around Celestial Bank, since she would be going there also.”

Jessica didn't say anything but her lips tightened. She understands what his father is trying to do but it won't work.

Not long after breakfast they got dressed.

And was heading towards Celestial Bank.

The awkward silence as the Bentley glided through the morning traffic.

Jessica kept stealing sideways glances at Damien, her perfectly glossed lips twisted in barely contained disdain.

“Celestial Bank?”

She finally broke the silence with a sharp laugh, examining her fresh manicure.

“Really? You do know they don't serve... everyone, right?”

Her voice dripped with false concern.

“The entry requirements alone... well, let's just say it's not exactly village clinic territory.”

Damien didn't say anything to her.

“I mean, even getting past their front door requires proof of at least eight figures in liquid assets.”

She adjusted her Cartier watch with deliberate precision.

“Wouldn't want you to be embarrassed when they turn you away. The local credit union might be more... appropriate for your level.”

Jessica watched Damien's reflection in the tinted window, expecting and hoping to see that familiar flicker of embarrassment cross his face. Eight figures.

That usually shut up social climbers pretty quickly.

But Damien just gazed out the window, apparently calculating something in his head, his expression as unbothered as if she'd mentioned the weather.

The only sign he'd heard her at all was a slight adjustment of his sleeve.

“Did you hear what I said?”

She leaned forward slightly, voice sharp.

“Eight. Figures. Minimum.”

Each word is precis.

Damien still remains quiet.

“Mm”

only stoked her irritation further. If it weren't for her father's inexplicable fondness for this nobody...

‘Look at him.’

she thought, watching his continued calm with growing disdain.

‘Playing it so cool, like having millions is nothing. He's probably rehearsed this act a hundred times in front of his mirror.’

Her perfectly manicured nails dug into her designer handbag.

The more composed Damien appeared, the more it grated on her nerves. Such obvious pretense, such calculated indifference – she'd seen social climbers attempt this act before, but never with such commitment.

They arrived at Celestial Bank.

“Look.”

Jessica adjusted her Hermès bag with exaggerated concern.

“Save yourself the humiliation. When they throw you out...”

She glanced around the marble lobby.

“Just... don't mention you know me, okay?”

“You're on your own, we don't know each other, you don't know me, I don't know you.”

Damien never wanted to say anything but decided to let Jessica know he's not interested in her either.

“Let's make this simple,”

Damien cut her off quietly.

“You go your way, I'll go mine, I don't need you. That should satisfy both of us.”

Jessica couldn't help but shake her head, she knows Damien is just pretending and wants to see how far he can go.

Without another word.

She walked away on her designer heels.

After she disappeared into the VIP section, Damein entered through the main doors.

At that moment a young employee in a crisp suit approached him, her professional smile not quite masking her disdain of Damien's simple dress.

“Sir,”

he began with barely concealed condescension.

“I'm afraid this branch requires—”

“I know.”

Not wanting to waste his time, Damien cut in and directly withdrew the black card from his pocket.

The employee’s words died in her throat.

His eyes widened to an almost comical degree as he registered the distinctive obsidian sheen – one of only ten such cards are available in the city.

“This is the… supreme black card!”