Rise of The Abandoned Husband (Liam Knight) novel Chapter 29

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Dubious Cure

I watched William Vance’s face contort with another spasm of pain. His earlier demands had curdled into something resembling humility, but I wasn’t in a forgiving mood.

“Please leave my home immediately!” I repeated, my voice firm.

Vance clutched his chest and doubled over, a strangled sound escaping his throat. His men exchanged worried glances.

“Mr. Knight,” one of them began, “my employer is in severe distress. Surely you-” “Surely I what?” I cut him off. “Should drop everything because William Vance snaps his fingers? I’m not a dog to be summoned.”

The man stepped toward me, his face darkening. “Listen, you arrogant little-”

I didn’t let him finish. My hand moved faster than his eyes could track, connecting with his cheek. The impact sent him flying across my living room, crashing into the wall with enough force to rattle my bookshelves.

Silence fell over the room. The man slumped to the floor, conscious but dazed. A trickle of blood ran from the corner of his mouth.

“Anyone else want to threaten me in my own home?” I asked calmly.

Vance’s other men tensed but remained in place, suddenly reassessing the situation. The injured man struggled to his feet, wisely keeping his distance.

The door to my apartment opened, and I turned to see Isabelle standing there. Her eyes took in the scene—her uncle doubled over in pain, his man nursing a bloodied lip, the tension thick in the air.

“What’s happening here?” she asked, though her tone suggested she already knew.

“Your uncle and his men thought they could bully me into providing medical treatment, I explained. “I disagreed.”

Isabelle’s gaze fell on her uncle, who was now shaking with pain. For a moment, I saw a

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flicker of family concern in her eyes, quickly replaced by something harder.

“William,” she said, “did you really expect to come here and make demands of Liam?”

Vance couldn’t answer, his breathing too labored.

“I told you before we arrived,” she continued, “that Liam doesn’t respond well to demands. He isn’t one of your employees.”

Her support warmed something in me. I’d expected her to plead her uncle’s case, but instead, she was standing firmly in my corner.

She turned to me. “Liam, I won’t ask you to help him. That’s entirely your choice. But I would appreciate it if you’d at least hear what I have to say before I leave.”

“You’re leaving?” I asked, surprised.

“Yes. I won’t stay where my family has been disrespectful. But before I go, I want you to know that while my uncle can be arrogant and stubborn, he’s also vital to several charities that depend on his guidance. His absence would affect many innocent people.”

With that, she turned and walked out, leaving me with her subtle message: Help him not for his sake, but for others‘.

I looked at William Vance, now a pitiful shadow of the powerful man who’d sneered at me just yesterday. His assistant was frantically calling for a car to take him back to the hospital.

I let them suffer for another hour.

The pain grew worse. Vance’s face turned an alarming shade of gray, his breathing shallow and irregular. The hospital had already proven useless. Without my help, he might actually die.

Did I care? The old Liam would have rushed to help anyone in pain. The new Liam… was still figuring out where his boundaries lay.

Finally, Vance himself broke the silence. “Knight,” he gasped, sweat pouring down his face. “I… apologize. My behavior was… unacceptable. Please… I’m begging you.”

The sight of William Vance–one of Havenwood City’s most powerful men–begging me for help brought me no satisfaction. Just weariness.

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“Why should I help you?” I asked quietly.

“Because,” he managed between labored breaths, “you’re a healer. And I… I need healing.”

Simple words, but they struck me. Was that who I wanted to be? A healer who withheld treatment out of pride or spite?

I sighed and walked to my medicine cabinet. Inside were numerous pills and potions I’d prepared, each labeled meticulously. I selected a crude–looking black pill, roughly made but potent.

Returning to Vance, I held it out. “Take this.”

His assistant eyed it suspiciously. “What is it? It looks like dirt.”

“It’s a Heart Stabilizing Pill of my own creation,” I replied. “It will clear the blockages in his vessels and restore proper blood flow.”

Vance hesitated only briefly before taking the pill from my palm. His desperation had overcome his skepticism. He swallowed it dry, wincing at the bitter taste.

For several moments, nothing happened. Then his eyes widened in shock. He pressed a hand to his chest, his expression shifting from pain to disbelief.

“The pain,” he whispered. “It’s… gone. Completely gone.”

I nodded, unsurprised. “The pill will continue working for the next twenty–four hours, clearing all blockages. After that, you should follow a proper diet and exercise regimen to prevent recurrence.

Vance stood slowly, testing his newfound relief. “This is,.. miraculous. I’ve seen specialists across the country. None could do what you just did with a single pill.” specialists across the country. None could do w

“None of them have my knowledge,” I said simply.

“What do I owe you?” he asked, reaching for his wallet.

I waved him off. “Consider it a favor to Isabelle. Now please leave. I need rest.”

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