With precision and years of practiced accuracy, Adrian had no difficulty performing the special techniques that sounded like a rhythmic solo beat playing in the background as he gently hit his palm against certain points on Clark’s chest, making him cough slightly. But this time, instead of coughing out blood, Clark’s body was now coughing out something that looked almost too black—thick like spit, yet raw and poison-like. While Adrian carefreely did this without any visible effort, it was almost as if he wasn’t doing anything at all. He slightly moved to one side to make sure what Clark was spilling wouldn’t stain his neatly ironed suit that shimmered under the breath of the bright evening chandelier, whose powerful glow reigned upon the darkness, forcing it to flee from every corner of the room. Adrian continued the process with ease, his hands moving like a master craftsman at work. Every movement felt deliberate—each one a technique that mirrored the grace of martial arts in
The air became almost still as John was caught between sacrificing his pride to save his father’s life or watching his father die to protect his pride.The air grew tighter and more difficult for him to swallow as he looked back and saw the unrecognizable look on his father’s face.He was paling really fast, and it seemed as if he’d die any moment soon.Not having any other choice, John hesitantly walked forward, taking each step that drew him closer to Adrian carefully, as though he was deliberately trying to slow down the pace of time—wishing for a miracle that’d make him skip this weight of humiliation he was about to face before Adrian.It wasn’t supposed to be like this in the first place, but then Dr. Williams had clearly said that Adrian was their only solution. And if that’s the case, he had no more choice left to think of. If he didn’t act now, his father might die, and he was sure that such guilt would never fade from his heart
Williams was absolutely zoned out at the thought of what mistake he’d made. If truly Adrian was one of the people that the Boone and Tyson families had told him never to reveal anything about, then by asking Adrian questions and even mentioning those names to him—doesn’t that already sell him out, showing that he knows something about them? He thought. But he didn’t really need to think much on it, as Adrian had completely acted like he knew nothing about the families. So he felt a bit safe that he hadn’t sold them out. Still, he would have to report this to them with every detail. They’d warned him to report any suspicious person or anything unusual he noticed—and right now, he needed to report Adrian, not because he thought Adrian was one of them, but because that knowledge he claimed to have naturally was almost impossible to believe. Because Williams remembered that on that fateful day when the families joined hands together, they personally handed him the medicines they
Williams was absolutely zoned out at the thought of what mistake he’d made. If truly Adrian was one of the people that the Boone and Tyson families had told him never to reveal anything about, then by asking Adrian questions and even mentioning those names to him—doesn’t that already sell him out, showing that he knows something about them? He thought. But he didn’t really need to think much on it, as Adrian had completely acted like he knew nothing about the families. So he felt a bit safe that he hadn’t sold them out. Still, he would have to report this to them with every detail. They’d warned him to report any suspicious person or anything unusual he noticed—and right now, he needed to report Adrian, not because he thought Adrian was one of them, but because that knowledge he claimed to have naturally was almost impossible to believe. Because Williams remembered that on that fateful day when the families joined hands together, they personally handed him the medicines they had
Didn’t he actually say he’s also a doctor? Or could it be that… Williams thought to himself as a wicked smirk appeared on his face. And right now, he turned back to face Adrian. Clark’s body had started to react in a motion like vibrating—his hands trembling, and he seemed like someone who was cold. “So, you really think you’re smart, huh?” Williams muttered, his smile spreading wide. “Just don’t think I don’t know what you did…” he continued, his skeptical eyes sharp enough to cut through any air that dared to break its constant tension as he locked onto Adrian’s gaze. Neither of the men blinked at that moment. “Just so you can prove yourself to be a good doctor, you’ve become too greedy and poisoned Mr. Clark here so you can be the hero who saves him. Even if you can fool everyone else in this room, you can’t fool me,” Williams said, tightening his face more and more. His tone sounded so serious that it didn’t leave any space for doubt in his confidence. At these words, it se
It’s almost as if the air surrounding the room had relaxed around the both of them, as Lyra and Adrian kept eye contact, as if to read each other’s minds. Although Lyra was the one with trembling hands that she hid under the table where she still sat, Adrian, who was standing, didn’t even look like he’s moved. Rather, his dark unreadable expression was still there, almost stiffly, as he stared at her. Even with the thoughts running through his head, he didn’t let it show any kind of emotion. “Lyra, what do you mean? Don’t tell me that you’re thinking of taking this loser back. He’s just proved it now that he’d forever be a loser,” Nola said. Although, in this kind of situation, she’d have yelled and tried to act tough while calling Lyra back to her senses. But she did know that shouting wasn’t what was going to help call Lyra back to her senses. Also, the fact that she respected Williams’ presence meant she