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The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred
At that moment The tension in the room reached a boiling point as Damien stood unflinching against the taunts and threats hurled his way. His calm demeanor only seemed to heighten the unease that had begun to creep into the banquet hall. With one time call from Damien, the doors to the grand room burst open, and a group of bodyguards in sleek black suits filed in, their movements precise and intimidating.Immediately the air thickened as the suited men positioned themselves strategically around the room, cutting off any potential exits. The guests, once smug and condescending, now exchanged uneasy glances, their bravado replaced by a creeping sense of dread. Jefferson, however, attempted to maintain his composure. Rising from his seat, he barked, “Do you think you can intimidate me with hired thugs, Damien? You’re playing a dangerous game! I’ll have the law on you for this. You won’t get away with it!”Hearing what Jefferson just said.Damien didn't respond immediately. Instead, he
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred And One
At that moment he atmosphere in the banquet hall was suffocating, the air heavy with the weight of impending retribution. Bradley's voice cut through the tension like a thunderclap, his words carrying an authority that left no room for argument.“Take them away,” Bradley commanded, his tone devoid of emotion.Without without wasting anymore time his men immediately began to move, their footsteps echoing in the silent room as they approached the trembling family members.However Damien stepped forward, his gaze icy as he addressed the room. “Your betrayal isn’t just an insult to my family’s legacy—it’s a crime. And crimes come with consequences.”At that moment Megan and her mother, Jolene, exchanged panicked glances, their earlier arrogance completely shattered. At that moment Megan clutched her mother’s arm, her face pale and desperate.“ Damien, please,” she stammered, her voice breaking. “We’re sorry! It was a mistake!”Jolene, once so proud and overbearing, now knelt on the
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and two
Damien left the banquet with a satisfactory smile on his face as he walked towards his car. But his thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of his phone.He took it from his pocket, his brow furrowing as he saw Sophia's name on the display. With a puzzled expression he answered."Sophia?" Damien asked, the weariness in his voice obvious."Hello Damien," the voice on the other end of the line said, her tone polite and slightly nervous. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything. I can call back later if you're busy."Damien, though tired, forced a smile at the sound of her voice. "No, Sophia, it's fine. How have you been?" he inquired.Sophia's voice brightened noticeably. "I've been great, Damien. In fact, I have some wonderful news to share with you!" she exclaimed, her excitement infectious.Sophia's voice bubbled with excitement. "Damien, I have amazing news! After days of scouring every botanical source I could find and making few calls, I have finally found the two rare herbs you've
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred And Three
Upon getting home, Damien tossed his keys onto the kitchen counter as he walked into his home, his mind weighed down by the prospect of meeting Serenity. He had no desire to see her. In fact, he had actively avoided her, knowing full well that any interaction would lead to her inevitable criticisms and sly remarks.However Serenity’s words were like precision arrows, always finding their mark, and Damien wasn’t in the mood for another verbal sparring match with her.He leaned against the counter, his jaw tightening. ‘Why does she even want to see me?’ he thought bitterly. ‘This wasn’t just about catching up; she always had an agenda.’ And yet, despite his better judgment, Damien couldn’t completely ignore her request. Something about the way she had demanded his presence gnawed at him. He sighed heavily.Knowing he still want to ask her something.Maybe it’s better to just get this over with. Face her once, and then move on.When the time finally came, Damien drove to the restaurant
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Four
At that moment Damien watched Serenity’s face closely, observing the flicker of anger that briefly crossed her features before she quickly masked it. However Her restraint didn’t go unnoticed, and it made Damien curious. Without bring told he could tell she was upset, clearly, but she wouldn’t let it show—not yet.He leaned back in his chair, his lips curling into a faint smirk. “You know, Serenity,” he began, his tone casual but cutting, “I actually thought you invited me here to apologize. Silly me. I should’ve known better. You’ve always got some other motives, don’t you?”At that moment Serenity’s eyes narrowed, but her expression remained composed. Then she folded her arms and tilted her head slightly, as though considering his words.However Inside, her frustration burned, but she refused to let him see it. He’s testing me. She knows Damien was testing her, and he's trying to get under her skin.“That’s my work, Damien,” she replied coolly, her voice carrying an edge of de
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Five
At that moment Serenity’s gaze bore into Damien, her voice steady but edged with accusation. “Before I passed out that night,” she began, her words measured, “I heard your voice. And I saw you standing there.” Hearing what Serenity just said. Damien’s expression remained unreadable, but she caught the faintest flicker of something in his eyes—perhaps recognition or acknowledgment, though he masked it quickly. He stayed silent, his composure unshaken, but Serenity pressed on. “And me partner,”she continued, her tone sharpening. “The man they sent here—strong, skilled, and trained as he was—even he struggled to land a finger on that fugitive. He fought hard, but that man was beyond him. I saw it with my own eyes.” Her voice wavered slightly at the memory, but she steadied herself, her determination burning through her words. However Damien tilted his head slightly, his lips curling into a faint, almost amused smile, as though her probing meant little to him. But inside, his th
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Six
At that moment Serenity leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms as Damien’s calm and detached demeanor washed over her. His words hung in the air, unshaken, and for a brief moment, doubt began to creep into her mind. She stared at him, her gaze narrowing as she replayed memories of him in her head.She remembered their encounter with the thugs not too long ago. The way Damien had stood there, frozen, his expression painted with fear. He hadn’t lifted a finger to help her. In fact, he had looked entirely out of his element, like someone who didn’t belong in that kind of chaos. Someone who wouldn’t know the first thing about fighting or handling himself in a dangerous situation.Her thoughts lingered there for a few minutes, dissecting every moment, every detail. It didn’t make sense. She finally broke the silence, her voice calmer now but still edged with skepticism. “Looking at you now,” she began, her tone measured, “and thinking back to what I’ve seen before, you don’t seem li
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Seven
Serenity knew deep down that Damien had already explained himself. Every time she questioned him, his answers had remained consistent, his demeanor calm, almost annoyingly so. And yet, despite everything, she couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something was off. It wasn’t the words he said but the gaps in what he didn’t. It gnawed at her, a quiet unease she couldn’t ignore.She had replayed the events of that night in her mind a thousand times. The way the Fugitive was defeated, the precision of the attack—it didn’t add up. Damien wasn’t the one who killed the Fugitive; she was sure of that now. He didn’t have the skill or the physicality to pull off something that precise, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t connected to it somehow. However she couldn’t shake the feeling that Damien was hiding something, even if it wasn’t what she initially suspected.At that moment Serenity leaned back in her chair, exhaling deeply. She had decided to let it go, knowing If Damien won’t say anyth
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Chapter Two Hundred and Ninety
At that moment Serenity stood there, frozen, her mind blank and her fingers curling slightly into her palms. She couldn't move. She couldn't even breathe properly.Everything that just happened felt surreal, as if the world had been flipped upside down in a single heartbeat.The heavy silence pressed down on her, and no matter how much she tried to pull herself together, she couldn’t shake the strange, overwhelming feeling swirling in her chest. She could still see Damien's calm back as he walked away earlier, like nothing that had happened even scratched him.How? she thought blankly. How can he be so composed? How did he even do what he did?She had heard about that skill before—the technique of controlling speed within a person's body, a forbidden art in the military, only accessible to those who reached an unimaginable level of cultivation. It wasn't a rumor. It was fact.And only a handful, a very rare handful of people, could even dream of achieving it.For Damien to be among th
Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty Nine
The moment Winston's father spoke on the call, he didn't even let the doctor speak first.“Is there any progress?” he demanded, his voice sharp with impatience. “Have you finally gotten a breakthrough?”There was a brief pause on the line. A pause that made the air around him feel heavy, suffocating.Then the doctor's voice came through, low and apologetic.“I'm sorry to inform you, sir... your son... he's dead.”For a second, Winston's father stood frozen, not even breathing.Then, slowly, his phone slipped from his trembling hand, crashing onto the tiled hospital floor with a loud, hollow sound that echoed through the room.Everyone around turned to look.Winston's eyes, bloodshot with rage, widened as realization hit him fully. His hands clenched so tightly they turned white.“That bastard...” he growled under his breath, his voice shaking with fury. “That bastard actually killed my son!”He staggered back a step, his body almost unable to bear the weight of the truth crashing down
Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty Eight
At that moment, Damien stood up slowly from his chair.The faint sound of the legs scraping against the hospital floor echoed sharply in the thick silence. His movements were calm, composed—but anyone watching closely could feel the storm brewing underneath his stillness.He tucked his hands into his pockets and glanced at the people standing before him, one after the other, his gaze cold and distant, almost as if he was looking through them rather than at them.“I've kept quiet long enough,” Damien said, his voice steady, but edged with a sharpness that couldn't be missed. “And frankly, it seems I'm just wasting my time with irrelevant noise.”The temperature in the room seemed to drop by a few degrees. No one dared to interrupt.Then Damien took a slow step forward, speaking with a chilling clarity, every word landing with precision.“I'm not the kind of person who seeks the downfall of others. I'm not the kind of person who finds joy when others are crying or broken,” he said, his
Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty Seven
At that moment, Sophia, her grandfather, and her father were frozen in place.None of them could speak. None of them could even breathe properly.It was as if the world had tilted slightly off balance—watching, hearing, sensing the storm that was quietly brewing inside this single hospital room. Everything they thought they knew had been shaken in seconds, leaving them only with the sharp sting of reality. They were just there, stiff and confused, staring as the scene unfolded before them.Winston’s father stepped forward, anger rolling off him in waves.“This is the man,” he growled, pointing a thick finger directly at Damien. “Serenity, don’t waste time. Arrest him immediately! He’s the one. I’m very, very sure!”The room held its breath, all eyes shifted to Serenity.For a moment, she said nothing. Her sharp, calculating gaze locked onto Damien, studying him with chilling calmness. Her posture was straight, her expression unreadable, but the atmosphere around her grew colder by the
Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty Six
Her question was directed at Winston's father, who stood with grief etched into every line of his face. His eyes never left Damien as he gave a slow, deliberate nod.“Yes,” he said, his voice thick with conviction. “That is the same person. I would recognize him anywhere.” His fists clenched at his sides, knuckles white with tension. “I am very, very sure.”The weight of his certainty hung in the air, choking any protest Sophia might have formed. She glanced at Damien, searching his face for some reaction—denial, shock, anything that might suggest innocence—but his expression remained carefully controlled, only the slight tightening around his eyes betraying any emotion at all.Whisting's father stepped forward, his face contorted with desperation and rage. His finger remained pointed at Damien, trembling with the force of his accusation.“He has been the one having issues with Whisting ever since the beginning,” he spat, voice breaking. “And I am very, very sure that he is also the
Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty Five
At that moment the room fell silent as the door swung open. Three men in dark suits entered, their expressions grim and purposeful. But it was the figure who followed them that caused the air to freeze in Sophia's hospital.Serenity.The war goddess herself had come, her presence filling the modest room with an almost palpable energy. Golden armor award gleamed beneath a flowing white cloak, her raven hair cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall of night. Her eyes—ancient and piercing—surveyed the room with cold calculation.Sophia's grandfather's eyes widened immediately. His weathered hands trembled as he placed it on the coffee table, eyes wide with disbelief.“Impossible,” he whispered, half-rising from his armchair.Sophia's mother gripped the edge of the chair, her knuckles white. “What... what is happening?” she managed, her voice barely audible.But it was Sophia's father whose reaction told the most frightening story. The color drained from his face as if someone had p
Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty Four
That was the only thought he could cling to now—the only thread of hope dangling in his mind. Serenity. Yes, Serenity would do something. She had to. She could still speak on their behalf. She had influence. If she could put in a good word before the Supreme King, perhaps the door to power wasn’t completely shut. Perhaps they hadn’t lost everything.But even that hope couldn’t wash away the sour sting of disgrace.Because as he stood there, shame gnawed at his chest like a silent storm. Damien—this same boy he had looked down on, dismissed, insulted—had become their savior. Not only had he exposed the very monsters they once trusted… he had also saved Sophia.And now… he was standing right there.A few feet away. Calm. Composed. Not angry, not proud. Just… present. And that alone made it worse. The old man couldn’t even raise his head. He felt it deep in his bones—the weight of having sold out Damien’s heart, dismissed his worth, only for that same heart to carry his family through th
Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty Three
At that moment Sophia’s father stepped forward, his face twisted with disbelief.“That’s not even true,” he said, shaking his head. “London? No—London would never do something like that. You must be mistaken.”Immediately Clarissa nodded quickly, almost too quickly. “Exactly. London? Kidnap you? Torture you? That doesn’t even sound like him.”“I’ll call him right now,” her grandfather added, already reaching for his phone. “I’ll ask him myself. If this is what you’re claiming, then let me hear it from his own mouth.”But Sophia didn’t flinch. She simply looked at her grandfather, her lips trembling. Her eyes held the kind of pain that didn’t come from physical wounds, because she couldn't believe they would refused to listen to her own side of the story without calling London to confirm.“You can’t call him,” she whispered.At that moment her voice was too low, too calm.Immediately they all looked at her.“London is dead.”The words fell like a blade.Her grandfather father’s hand fr
Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty Two
The sharp slam of the door was still echoing when Sophia’s heart sank.Her breath caught in her throat. She already knew.She didn’t need to guess. The second she heard the footsteps, the rustle of expensive fabric, the weighty silence followed by a familiar scoff—it was enough.Her eyes slowly shifted toward the doorway, and there they were.Her grandfather entered first, tall and stern as ever, his walking stick hitting the tiles with cold authority. Behind him, her father, Mr. Callum, stood with a deep frown, arms folded tightly across his chest. And then… her mother—Clarissa Callum, perfectly dressed as if she hadn’t just stormed into a hospital room, her expression twisted with a mix of panic, rage, and exhaustion.Sophia’s body stiffened beneath the bedsheets.Clarissa didn't wait.“You see? You see what you’ve done to yourself?” her mother snapped, her voice slicing through the air. “We warned you, Sophia! Didn’t we warn you?!”Sophia didn’t respond. Her fingers tightened aroun
