Rise of The Abandoned Husband (Liam Knight) novel Chapter 151

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The Traditional Medicine Association’s grand hall stood before me, its imposing marble columns and ornate oak doors designed to intimidate outsiders. I pushed through with Elder Foster at my side, his weathered face tight with anticipation. Inside, doctors and medical practitioners milled about in expensive robes, their conversations dropping to whispers as we entered.

“Look who finally decided to show up,” a voice called out.

Desmond Davenport stood at the center of the room, surrounded by a circle of elders who parted like a curtain to reveal his smug face. His expensive silk robes rustled as he approached us, each step deliberate and measured.

“Liam Knight,” he announced loudly, making sure everyone could hear. “Come to waste everyone’s time?*

I met his gaze evenly. “Actually, I’m here to compete in the finals.”

My statement hung in the air for a moment before laughter erupted around the room. Desmond’s face broke into a condescending smile.

“The finals?” he repeated, his voice dripping with mock surprise. “My dear boy, you seem confused. The competition begins with preliminary rounds, which you would know if you belonged here.”

I shrugged. “I have direct entry to the finals.”

The laughter grew louder. An older man with a long white beard stepped forward, his Traditional Medicine Association badge identifying himras Elder Chen.

“Young man,” he said, not unkindly, “such arrangements require Presidential approval. That would be Dr. Davenport here.”

Desmond’s smile widened. “And I can assure you, I’ve approved no such thing.”

I didn’t argue. Instead, I simply found a bench along the wall and sat down. Elder Foster took the seat beside me, concern etched on his face.

“Liam,” he whispered, “perhaps we should-”

“Wait,” I said quietly. “Just wait.”

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Hours passed. The sunlight streaming through the tall windows shifted from morning gold to afternoon amber. Participants came and went, shooting curious glances in our direction. Desmond made a point of walking past us several times, each pass

accompanied by a smirk or a snide comment.

As evening approached and the light outside began to fade, Desmond finally made his move. He strode over, flanked by several association elders.

“It seems your guarantee hasn’t materialized,” he said loudly enough for everyone to hear. “Perhaps it was just another of your fabrications?”

I

I stretched my arms above my head, relaxed despite the mounting tension. “The day

isn’t over yet.”

His eyes narrowed. “Do you take us for fools? I am the President of this association. Nothing happens here without my knowledge or approval.”

“And yet,” I replied, “here I am.”

Desmond’s face flushed with anger. “You’re nothing! A nobody who thinks he can waltz in and-

“A nobody who exposed your medical malpractice, I cut in. “A nobody who treated patients you claimed were beyond help. Is that what bothers you, Dr. Davenport? That this nobody might make you look like an even bigger fraud than you already are?”

The elders behind him shifted uncomfortably. Desmond took a step closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.

“You have no idea who you’re dealing with. I have connections across every walk of life in this city. When I’m done with you-

The massive oak doors swung open.

Every head turned as Declan Steele walked in, his presence commanding immediate attention. His tailored suit contrasted sharply with the traditional robes worn by everyone else, yet somehow made them all look underdressed.

“Mr. Steele,” Desmond stammered, quickly composing himself. “This is an unexpected

honor.”

Declan barely acknowledged him, his eyes scanning the room until they found me. He strode directly over, ignoring the whispers that followed him.

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“Liam,” he said with a nod. “I apologize for the delay.”

I stood and shook his hand. “No problem at all.

Desmond’s confusion was palpable as he hurried over. “Mr. Steele, I wasn’t aware you had business with… this individual.

Declan reached into his jacket pocket and withdrew an official–looking document bearing the seal of the Ministry of Commerce. He handed it to Desmond without

ceremony.

“This is confirmation of Mr. Knight’s direct entry to the finals of the Traditional Medicine Conference,” Declan stated flatly. “As the primary sponsor of this event, the Ministry of Commerce reserves the right to nominate one candidate of exceptional merit to bypass the preliminaries. We’ve chosen Liam Knight.”

The room fell silent as Desmond frantically scanned the document, his fingers trembling slightly.

“This… this is highly irregular,” he protested. “The Association has protocols-”

“The Association accepted our sponsorship terms,” Declan interrupted. “Those terms included this provision. Your signature is on the agreement, Dr. Davenport.”

Desmond’s face paled as he continued reading. The document was legitimate, and he knew it. I could almost see the calculations running behind his eyes as he searched for any way to reverse this situation.

“Is there a problem, Dr. Davenport?” Declan asked, his tone making it clear there better not be.

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