“Alright, come on, hurry up.” As expected, Peter’s response was filled with urgency, making me chuckle. I stared at his message, smiling as I pictured him furrowing his brow, anxiously waiting. This mix of emotions and tension was a constant reminder of the stakes at hand, urging us to tread carefully with every step we took.I composed myself, suppressing the smile, and got back to the matter at hand. “So, how do we ensure that Ken Yimo and Derrick Kwok won’t pose any trouble for Nick?” This was the biggest challenge we faced at the moment. Nick was crucial to us, but his current situation was extremely precarious; any wrong decision could plunge him into the abyss.Harry appeared especially calm at that moment, always able to offer sound advice when it mattered most. “We need to get Derrick Kwok on our side; if that’s not possible, he must at least act as a neutral intermediary. We cannot afford for him to be against us.” His words struck a chord with me. Derrick Kwok’s stance was u
Her approach was pragmatic, favoring caution over haste. Ken Yimo was a cunning adversary, and any rash actions would only alert him prematurely. Lisa's suggestion offered us a chance to infiltrate Ken's inner circle while leaving room for future maneuvers. I pondered for a moment, realizing this strategy was indeed viable.Ethan quickly voiced his agreement, typing, "Lisa is absolutely right. We can't rush this. If anything goes wrong with the plan, everything we've worked for could be lost." Ethan had a knack for seeing things from a broader perspective, and his words reminded us to stay level-headed. This mission involved many lives—one wrong move could lead to a cascade of failures. We couldn’t afford to let impatience ruin the entire operation.Harry nodded and replied, "Makes sense, let's take it one step at a time." He was a cautious individual, well aware that taking unnecessary risks would only lead to complications. His stance was clear—he wasn’t in a rush for quick success
I quickly tidied myself up, running a comb through my hair before hurrying out the door and heading straight for the hospital. The weather today was somewhat overcast, with a gentle breeze that carried a hint of chill. Despite the urgency I felt inside, I maintained a steady pace. This was another step toward understanding Neil's family, and my anticipation was stronger than it had been the night before. At the hospital entrance, the familiar bustle surrounded me—people flowing in and out, the sounds of vehicles echoing around me. I stood off to the side for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady myself. As I reached the hospital entrance, I noticed a group of hospital escort staff gathered outside. They were huddled together, smoking and chatting, creating a lively atmosphere. Several of them spoke animatedly, their gestures exaggerated, and their voices louder than usual, as if discussing something particularly intriguing. The faint scent
The VIP floor exuded an atmosphere of tranquility and cleanliness, but what truly caught my eye was a group of tall bodyguards clad in sharp black suits, each radiating an air of confidence. I recognized them as Peter's loyal subordinates; it was evident that Peter had invested considerable effort in ensuring their readiness. The bodyguards, all with athletic builds and fair complexions, wore impeccably tailored suits. Even the advanced communication devices nestled against their ears glimmered with a cold light, exemplifying the standards of professional security. Every detail conveyed a sense of professionalism and caution, radiating an aura of steadiness and reliability. To top it all off, they were undeniably handsome. As soon as they spotted me, the bodyguards straightened up in unison and bowed, greeting me with a resounding, “Mr. Lucas.” Their voices were deep and clear, laced with evident respect and deference. It was obvious that their training had insti
I watched him quietly, feeling a rush of victorious satisfaction. His tough exterior was merely a facade, a fragile shell concealing his vulnerability. At that moment, Nelson resembled a child caught red-handed, stripped of his forced pride and self-importance. I decided to keep him in this state of unease, not rushing to interrogate him but instead casually remarking, “You see, if you’re so afraid of Harry, then it’s best not to provoke him.” Nelson's expression shifted to one of increased tension, his eyes filled with hesitation and anxiety. His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated to speak. In that moment, I realized that he wasn't truly as difficult to handle as he seemed. He was simply a child struggling to navigate his own emotions, and all his defiance and arrogance were just a facade to mask his inner fragility and helplessness. Nelson lowered his head, furrowing his brow. When he finally looked up at
I chuckled, clearly amused by his unwavering defiance. “How about this: I can ask Harry to expedite your treatment? Don’t you want to get out of here as soon as possible? If he puts in the effort, you could be bouncing out of this place in no time.” Nelson’s eyes flickered with interest, revealing that my suggestion had caught his attention. “Really? Is that possible?” I nodded, my gaze steady and reassuring. “Yes, Harry mentioned to me that he’s confident he can help you. You might not realize it, but he’s truly exceptional at what he does.” A flicker of uncertainty crossed Nelson's face, as if he struggled to believe what I was saying. “I can see that—he’s definitely intimidating.” “Intimidating?” I furrowed my brow, my mind racing with thoughts of Harry's secret. Could it be that Harry accidentally revealed his vampiric nature? But that seemed unlikely; Harry's caution was far beyond ordinary, and he
I had a lingering question in my mind that I could no longer suppress. "What about the boy in your family? Does he show the same respect for his brother?" This was the question I had long wanted to ask. From what we had gathered, the child Ken Yimo had adopted was none other than my precious Neil. I needed to uncover the truth about Neil's situation. Ken Yimo's expression shifted slightly, revealing a hint of concern at my question, but he quickly regained his composure. “He occasionally asks about his brother. However, I worry it might upset him, so I haven’t shared too much information.” Peter interjected, “Speaking of his brother, after hearing he might pose a threat to our protection plan, I dispatched some people to investigate. The findings were mixed.” I leaned in, intrigued. “Let’s hear the positives first.” Peter spoke slowly, choosing his words carefully. “My team reported t
I felt completely reassured about the situation at the hospital. With Harry and Peter in charge, everything wass under control. Harry's calm demeanor combined with Peter's decisiveness was more than sufficient to handle any unexpected circumstances. Excluding me from the equation, their partnership boasted considerable experience, and they had developed a remarkable synergy over time. Particularly with this task, they bore a dual responsibility: ensuring that the meeting between Nick and Nelson proceeds smoothly while also safeguarding every step of our plan from premature disclosure. One of them exceled in thoughtful strategy, while the other thrived in decisive action. Together, they operated like seamlessly interlocking gears, functioning with precise efficiency. I’d heard that their arrangement allows Nick to visit Nelson at any time, unlike the strict bi-weekly visits to Yimo’s house. However, each of these visits must be accompanied by Peter, with Harry als
Three days later, on a bright and sunny day, the warm light bathed the earth, as if even the sun was adding a touch of radiance to our wedding. The venue was set up like a dream—white flowers adorned every corner, and the air was filled with a faint, sweet fragrance, as though each petal had been carefully chosen just for us. The guests had all arrived, their faces lit with brilliant smiles, their eyes brimming with blessings and hope. In that moment, all the exhaustion and pain seemed to be forgotten, replaced by nothing but boundless joy and warmth.This day belonged to us three couples, the happiest day of our lives. Neil and I, Peter and Nick, Harry and Nelson—standing together, it felt as if fate had already woven an invisible thread, tying us all together. Each of our faces radiated joy, our eyes filled with love and devotion for one another. Just before the ceremony began, I stole a glance at Neil standing beside me. His eyes sparkled softly, filled with warmth and unwavering d
Ethan continued to describe that miraculous moment: "When Neil's blood entered your body, everything changed dramatically. At first, nothing seemed unusual, but soon, the operating room was filled with dazzling light. Countless beams of light intertwined in the air, and the entire hospital was suddenly powered down, as if a mysterious force had illuminated it. Everyone was startled, and you, it seemed, experienced some kind of extraordinary transformation in that instant." There was a calmness in Ethan’s eyes. "Then, the situation settled. Power was restored, the readings on the instruments returned to normal, and your arm miraculously reconnected, fully healed. The symptoms of blood loss vanished in an instant, as though nothing had ever happened."I murmured, "If this is true, then what the Black Wolf said in the virtual world must also be correct. It claimed the calamity has been averted, the curse is broken." The Black Wolf had told me that these changes signified that the crisis
Everything went black, and I was suddenly jolted back to reality. The chaotic scene of battle unfolded around me—Kim and Peter had been knocked to the ground by the vengeful spirits, and Maria was visibly struggling, her strength fading. I looked around in shock, my heart heavy with realization. All of this suffering, all of this fighting—it was because of the decision I had made. I had refused to let go of Neil, going to any lengths to bring him back to life. But in doing so, I had led us into an endless cycle of calamity, and even Neil had been forced to endure so much pain. Perhaps the root of all this, the key to ending it, lay within myself.Slowly, I rose to my feet, a sense of clarity settling over me as I began to understand the true meaning of goodness. It was selfless letting go—it was the willingness to forsake oneself for the sake of others.I took a deep breath, releasing all my obsessions, letting go of the desire to fight for selfish reasons or love. I would fight now,
Ken Yimo raised his hand high, summoning the fragile thread of magic he could barely muster, and hurled it toward the demon with all the strength he had left. Though his magical abilities were far from impressive, his gaze was resolute, unwavering in the face of death. The demon, however, merely smiled faintly, effortlessly neutralizing Ken's attack. The vast disparity in power sent Ken crashing to the ground, his body feeling as fragile as an ant under the weight of the demon’s overwhelming force.But just as Ken fell, something in Fred's heart shifted. He could no longer bear to watch this crumbling scene unfold. Tears welled in his eyes as he screamed in desperate anguish, his voice cracking with raw emotion, “Ken, no! Don’t sacrifice yourself for me! I’m not worth it!” His words were soaked in sorrow and despair, filled with regret—as if all his anger and jealousy had now melted away into nothing but remorse.Ken Yimo struggled painfully to rise from the ground, blood and bruises
Nick forced himself to put on a defiant expression and coldly said, "Who's afraid?" But I could see a flash of fragile fear in his eyes, and my heart ached even more. Nelson had just recovered, his face pale, his body swaying slightly. Upon hearing Harry's call, he struggled to lift his head, his eyes still filled with trust and dependence on Harry. He parted his lips weakly and whispered, "Harry..." His voice was so faint, it seemed like it could vanish into the air at any moment. Neil, the most sensitive of the three, looked at us with fear in his eyes. But he didn't cry out for help; instead, he anxiously glanced at Nelson, as if silently urging us to take care of the more fragile brother first.Facing the scene before me, a surge of anger filled my chest, and I coldly demanded to know what Fred wanted. Fred stood in the shadows, his gaze as cold as ice. He gave a faint smile, revealing a sickly, cruel satisfaction. "It's simple," he said, his voice low but carrying an undeniable o
Meanwhile, the others had scattered, continuing their search for any trace of Neil, their faces grim with concern. The tension in the air was thick, and every passing second felt like we were hurtling toward something far darker than we had anticipated.As everyone scrambled in panic, Maria suddenly called out, "There's a trace of magic here!" Her voice was tinged with urgency and surprise, clearly indicating that she had discovered something unusual. We hurried over to find her standing at the entrance of Ken Yimo's bedroom, eyes closed in concentration, her hands moving gently through the air as though she were carefully unraveling an invisible barrier. Soon, the tips of her fingers began to glow faintly, as if she had torn through a thin veil. In that instant, the magical barrier dissolved, and everything behind the door came into view, causing me to gasp in shock.Inside the bedroom, Ken Yimo lay on the cold floor, his face ashen, as though he had endured some immense shock. Scatt
"It turns out that Ken's coldness stems from such a painful past," I murmured softly, a deep, indescribable sorrow washing over me. The suffering Ken had endured was far beyond our comprehension. No wonder he kept everyone at arm's length, as if wrapped in a hard shell to shield himself."What's even more tragic is that our 'old-fashioned' people, upon learning about Ken's sexual orientation, grew even more hostile toward him. They have no idea that his sexuality was, for the most part, twisted by that monstrous foster father of his," Maria sighed, her eyes filled with profound sympathy and understanding for Ken. She shook her head, adding, "They ostracized him, yet they have no clue what kind of pain he went through."I couldn't help but ask, "What happened after that? What did Ken go through?"Maria gently shook her head, a shadow of sorrow crossing her face. "He left our place. By the time I found him, that beast of a foster father had gathered thirty or forty people, trying to for
Ken Yimo chuckled gently, the smile on his face tinged with a trace of self-mockery, as if he had already come to terms with his fate. "For me, Neil’s safety is the most important thing. As long as he can get away from here, away from all this conflict, I fear nothing."His words were firm and tender, that kind of selfless, fatherly love stirring something deep within me. I clenched my fists in silent resolve, taking a deep breath. "Alright, Ken. I promise you, I will do everything in my power to take Neil away. I won’t let him come to any harm. I swear, I will protect him with everything I have."A flicker of gratitude passed through Ken Yimo's eyes as he nodded slightly. "I know you will, Ryan. Your care for Neil, your dedication to him—it's something even I deeply admire. He’s a child who deserves love and protection... Please continue to show him kindness, and give him the warmth he truly needs."His words struck a chord deep within me. I had planned to turn and leave, to end this
Ken Yimo nodded slightly, his expression laced with a complex mixture of emotions. “Yes. Fred knows he’s nothing more than a replacement. But he... he’s different. Despite everything, he still desperately seeks my attention. He doesn’t mind being my servant, if it means he can be close to me.”"A child with ambition," I murmured to myself, trying to grasp the psychological dynamics at play in such a twisted situation.A bitter smile tugged at the corner of Ken Yimo's lips. "Do you think Fred acts out so recklessly, causing chaos everywhere, even disregarding the reputation of the Yimo family? What do you think he’s trying to achieve?"I furrowed my brows, pondering for a moment, before the realization dawned on me. "Could it be... that he's doing it just to get your attention? He’s deliberately being reckless, making sure everyone knows."Ken Yimo nodded, his tone unnervingly calm. "Exactly. He knows that by antagonizing people, the Yimo family will inevitably be ostracized. But what