Chapter Fifty Seven
Author: Pen thinker
last update2024-12-26 00:18:14

As the tense atmosphere lingered in the room even more, Dr.Elvis saw this as an opportunity to prove his worth towards serenity.

Without wasting any more time he stepped forward, his calm demeanor and sharp eyes giving him an air of quiet authority. He glanced at Serenity, silently aligning himself with her stance, before addressing Sophia’s family directly.

“I understand your hesitation,” Dr.Elvis began, his voice measured and deliberate.

“You’re protecting someone who has done a great service for your family, and that’s commendable. But think about the opportunities you’re passing up.”

Hearing what Dr.Elvis just said.

Sophia’s father shifted uncomfortably, his hands clasped tightly in front of him. “Opportunities?”

he asked cautiously, his voice betraying his unease.

Immediately Elvis nodded.

“If you reveal the identity of this mysterious healer, you wouldn’t just be helping Serenity achieve her goals—you’d also be securing a valuable ally for yourselves. With just one call, I w
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