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The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Sixty Seven
With a growing tension in the scene.Not long after the sound of hurried footsteps caught his attention. Turning slightly, he saw the dealership manager approaching, his expression a mix of urgency and deference. The manager, a well-dressed man in his late forties, exuded professionalism, but there was an unmistakable nervousness in his stride.“Mr. Damien,” the manager called, his tone respectful as he reached where Damien was seated.At that moment Damien raised his head to meet his gaze. “Yes?”At that moment the manager offered a polite smile, his hands clasped in front of him. “I apologize for interrupting, but we have a matter to discuss regarding your purchase.”Upon hearing what the manager just said.Megan, who had been watching from a distance, with a look of disappointment in her eyes, seeing David couldn't do anything early, narrowed her eyes in suspicion. She had expected Damien to be humiliated and kicked out, not be approached by the highest-ranking employee in th
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Sixty Eight
Seeing everything that was happening David stood rooted to the spot, his arms crossed as he replayed the scene in his mind. He had expected to confront Damien, embarrass him, maybe even get him thrown out of the dealership. Instead, he had witnessed the manager's unprecedented deference and the smooth transaction for a car that was far beyond the reach of most people. Something didn’t add up.Everything looks so confusing, without being told he could tell Damien was hiding something.Slowly he walked closer to Megan, and pulled out his phone and dialed Jessica's number. She picked up almost immediately, her voice sharp and impatient.“What is it, David? I’m busy.”“You’re not going to believe this,” David said, still trying to process what he’d seen. “I just saw Damien at the dealership. He bought one of the most expensive cars there—and got this—the manager treated him like royalty.”Upon hearing what David just said There was a pause on the other end before Jessica responded, her
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Sixty Nine
Damien gripped the steering wheel, his eyes focused on the road ahead as the low hum of the engine filled the car. Although he has declined all that the manager throws at him, he didn't want a party or photoshoot with the car, all that doesn't matter to him.The newly purchased vehicle felt smooth, powerful—fitting for the goals he had quietly set for himself. Yet, there was no excitement on his face, no satisfaction from the luxury now in his possession. For him, it was just a tool, nothing more.At that moment his phone buzzed on the passenger seat, pulling him out of his thoughts. He glanced at the caller ID and sighed. It was Jessica. Without much enthusiasm, he picked up.“What is it?” Damien ’s voice was calm, almost detached.“Well, hello to you too,” Jessica replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Don’t sound too excited, thinking I will be wasting my time calling you when I have some other better issues to settle, well I’ve got something important to tell you.”Hearing
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter SEVENTY
The hum of activity at Serenity's legion base was momentarily interrupted by a wave of murmurs and applause from the medical wing. Elvis, his sleeves rolled up and his focus unwavering, had just completed the successful treatment of a rare and complex condition that had stumped the base’s doctors for weeks. A young soldier, previously thought to have no chance of recovery, now showed promising signs of improvement under Elvis’s meticulous care.The gathered medical professionals, a mix of those trained in both traditional and modern medicine, exchanged looks of admiration. One of the senior legion doctors, a grizzled man with decades of experience, approached with a nod of respect.“I’ve seen many talented physicians in my career,” the doctor began, his tone earnest, “but your ability to integrate different disciplines is remarkable. You’ve given this soldier a chance we never thought possible.”Hearing what the head legion doctor just said.Elvis straightened, a faint flush of pri
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter SEVENTY One
Not long after Elvis left the legion, Serenity allowed herself a brief moment of reflection, her usually sharp demeanor softening as she processed the conversation. The news about George provided a glimmer of hope, but the weight of her grandfather’s condition still lingered heavily, and she knows the Sooner she gets information of how to solve the problem, or resolve the issue the better for her. However, before she could dwell further, her assistant entered the room with a serious expression, clutching a sealed folder marked “Top Priority.”“War Goddess” the assistant said, her voice steady but grave. “We’ve just received classified intelligence from headquarters. You need to see this immediately.”Upon hearing what her assistant just said Serenity straightened, her focus snapping back to the present. She took the folder and opened it, her eyes scanning the contents quickly. As the words registered, her expression grew colder and more resolute.“The brother of the fugitive?” she
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Seventy Two
That evening, Damien sat in his villa, reviewing plans for his next steps when his phone buzzed. It was Jessica. Her tone was sharp and dismissive, as usual. “Go to the club we agreed on,” she said curtly. “And don’t be late. My father already made arrangements.”Damien’s eyes narrowed as he listened. He didn’t trust Jessica, but her father’s involvement often complicated matters. Without responding, he ended the call, noting her impatience but deciding he’d deal with it on his own terms.Meanwhile, at the club, Jessica arrived early, her demeanor a mix of irritation and unease. The staff quickly escorted her into a private, opulent room, where Winston was waiting. His sly smile didn’t ease her nerves. “Right this way,” he said, gesturing toward the center of the room.Inside, a young man lounged comfortably, flanked by several women vying for his attention. Sam exuded an air of arrogance and authority, his tailored suit and the subtle but commanding glint in his eyes marking him as
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Seventy Three
The night air was thick with tension as Damien led a trembling Jessica out of the club. Her tear-streaked face remained downcast, her shoulders hunched under the weight of his jacket, which he had draped over her earlier. The silence between them was palpable, only broken by the faint sound of her sniffles and the hum of traffic in the distance.Damien opened the car door for her, his movements calm and deliberate, though his jaw clenched with restrained anger. Once she was settled, he got into the driver's seat, started the engine, and began the drive to her home. The dim glow of the street lights flickered across their faces, highlighting Jessica's lingering unease.For the first few minutes, neither of them spoke. Damien kept his eyes on the road, his grip on the steering wheel firm but composed. However Jessica sat rigidly, her hands gripping the edges of the jacket as if it were her only shield. The quiet should have been comforting, but it carried an underlying weight that nei
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Seventy Four
Upon arriving home with his car Damien drove in and parked his car in front of the villa and immediately noticed something off. A stern-looking woman in a tailored military uniform stood at the entrance, her posture rigid and authoritative. It took him a moment to recognize her— Serenity's assistant, a face he had seen briefly during his prior encounters with the so-called War Goddess.However Damien couldn't help but wonder what she was doing at the entrance of his home.However he knew whatever made her come to his house must be important and under Serenity orders.Without wasting any more time Damien came down from the car.Immediately She stepped forward briskly as he exited the car. “Damien,” she began, her tone formal and cold, “I’m here on behalf of War Goddess Serenity. I was told to inform you, Your villa has been requisitioned for a high-priority mission. You’re required to vacate immediately.”Upon hearing what she just said Damien’s brow furrowed. At that moment he leane
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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
