Spinel X Steven Novels & Stories

Grandpa's condition continued to deteriorate. The hospital had determined it was due to the toxins in the medicine, but they couldn't identify the specific poison. I stayed by his bedside day and night, watching helplessly as he grew increasingly frail. Late one night, Charles walked in, followed by an elderly gentleman who exuded an extraordinary presence. "This is my Treyist mentor, Mr. Bowen Atkinson. He's highly skilled in medicine, especially detoxification." Bowen carefully examined Grandpa before pulling out a silver needle and lightly pricking his wrist. A few drops of blood dripped into a porcelain dish.

Zachary froze for a split second, then rushed forward. “Steven?!” He had mentally prepared himself for the worst, but nothing could’ve prepared him for seeing Steven like this. He was trembling all over, battered beyond recognition. Clearly, the “can’t break his silence” meant they’d used brutal methods. Zachary immediately took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around him. “I’ll take you to the hospital,” he said, voice low and full of fury. He would make the Spencers pay for this. But Steven opened his eyes just a crack and grabbed his wrist weakly.