Finding Love Again

"Baby, keep it down. My husband's home."

In a luxurious villa, Declan Harrison paused by the bedroom door and caught hushed voices from inside the room.

The voice was unmistakable to him. It was Khloe Harrison, his wife.

"And what's a man in his condition going to do even if he hears? Don't worry about him, sweetheart," an unfamiliar voice replied.

As Declan stood there, supported by his crutch, a wave of emotion washed over him.

Fury clouded his judgment.

A resounding crash echoed in the villa. Declan had used his crutch to force the door open.

Inside the room, a man and Khloe were making out.

"Khloe, how could you?!" Declan asked in anguish, his hands balled into fists.

Khloe raised an eyebrow and coldly said, "Remember, you're just an orphan my grandfather took pity on, and you're living off my family's fortune. You can't even find a job. Had Grandpa not insisted, why would I have married a worthless person like you, considering you're a cripple?"

"I crippled my leg saving you!" Declan shouted at Khloe, his eyes brimming with tears.

"You, trash, consider yourself lucky. That leg was a small price for my life!" Khloe spat out with pure disdain.

Standing aside, Austin Watson smirked and chimed in, "How dare you use a favor like that to demand something from Khloe? If you talk back again, you'll be hopping on no legs."

"Always the big-hearted billionaire, Austin. Only asking for a leg from this nobody," Khloe quipped, playing to his ego.

Austin chuckled heartily. "Of course."

Khloe turned her attention back to Declan and demanded with utter derision, "Get out of my room, you loser."

Her expression was that of undisguised superiority. To her, Declan was like nothing more than a pest.

"While Austin is sealing deals with powerhouses like the Davis family from Lorphis, you're just clinging to the coattails of my family's name."

"Why bother telling him that? He probably doesn't even know how important the Davis family in Lorphis is," Austin remarked contemptuously.

Although Declan was not deeply entrenched in business affairs, the wealth and influence of the Davis family were common knowledge. They were worth trillions.

"Stay away from my wife!" Declan demanded, fury blazing in his eyes.

"You dare meddle in my affairs? What's a crippled man like you gonna do?" Austin retorted with a sneer.

Declan said nothing. However, he was visibly shaking from anger, and his hands were balled into fists.

Austin furrowed his brow and questioned, "What are you gonna do?"

"I'll fight you!" Declan lunged and brandished his crutch at Austin.

The latter, quick on his feet, evaded Declan's attack and landed a powerful punch on his jaw, sending him crashing down.

"You think you, a cripple, can stand up to me?" Austin scoffed, pointing and laughing at Declan's plight.

"Damn you!" Declan swung his crutch and managed to strike Austin's leg, which ignited his temper.

"You cripple, How dare you hit me? I'll fucking kill you!" Austin stomped on Declan's crutch, breaking it, and then spat on Declan's face.

"Get lost!"

That evening, Declan was thrown out of the gates of the Scott family's residence.

At this moment, he struggled to his feet and stared at the closed gates with his fists clenched.

His nails dug into his flesh, which resulted in bleeding palms.

However, Declan seemed oblivious to the pain. His heart was consumed with a seething desire to charge back into the house and exact revenge on the two.

But the fire in him slowly dimmed. His grip loosened, and a vacant look replaced the anger in his eyes.

"I'm just a cripple. I can't even beat Austin. What can I do?" Declan said to himself.

Lost in thought, he limped his way to the street.

Suddenly, the sharp sound of a car horn pierced the air.

Declan turned and saw a high-end car barreling toward him.

It was a Maserati, a luxury ride with a starting price of $200, 000.

With a violent crash, Declan was hurled a distance, and his cherished ring was smeared with his blood.

This ring, a memento from his parents, now pulsed with a captivating red glow upon contact with his blood and seamlessly fused into Declan's being.

Declan was dreaming.

In his dream, an endless expanse of white stretched out before him.

As he looked around, an enchantingly beautiful woman appeared in front of him.

She radiated a warmth and familiarity that tugged at his heart.

She pulled him into embrace and whispered, "Son, life hasn't been kind to you."

"You're... Mom!" Declan exclaimed. As soon as he said these words, tears welled up in his eyes and cascaded down his cheeks.

After letting his tears flow for a moment, he looked up and asked, "Mom, where are you and Dad? I want to be with you."

"No, my dear. It's too dangerous!" His mother shook her head with a wistful smile.

She then gazed at Declan, her eyes filled with a mother's deep yearning for her child, and continued, "Circumstances forced us apart back then. But when you're finally ready, you can seek us out."

With a point of a finger, a golden orb flew into Declan.

"This is the Miracle Seed. With this, you won't be looked down upon ever again. And remember, we always think of you. Always..."

"Mom, what really happened back then?" Declan pressed, his desperation evident.

However, his mother did not answer, and her figure was starting to fade away.

Declan reached out to grab her hand, but his hands met only air.

This scene felt like a sharp knife had pierced through his heart, and it tore at his very soul.

Declan collapsed to the ground and cried in anguish, "Mom!"

The next moment, a flood of information washed over him.

Occult arts, medical knowledge, and cultivation techniques filled his mind.

When awoke, Declan found himself lying in a hospital bed.

Gemma Davis stood up and exclaimed, "You're awake!"

"You... Who are you?" Declan looked at the woman in front of him. He must admit, he was stunned by her beauty.

Gemma blinked. "I'm Gemma Davis. And you are?"

"I... I'm Declan. Declan Harrison," Declan replied groggily.

A middle-aged man dressed as a butler stared at Declan with a stern expression and asked, "Why were you crossing the road like that? Were you trying to stage an accident?"

Meanwhile, Declan fumed internally. They had hit him, yet he was acting so self-righteous.

Gemma lifted a hand, signaling Benjamin Cooper, the butler, to hold his tongue and apologetically said, "My driver was at fault. Let us know what you need to make this right."

The butler, Benjamin, huffed in annoyance. "There's not a scratch on him, Miss Davis. He's probably stronger than most! Why should he get anything? It's either he's trying to set up an accident, or he's trying to worm his way into your life! We should call the police and let the authorities handle him!"

Declan's patience began to wear thin because of the butler's accusations.

"I don't want any compensation," he quickly assured them.

But then, a nagging thought emerged within him. Wait a minute. Did the butler say he was not hurt? Declan remembered feeling his ribs shatter from the impact and the excruciating pain it brought. How was he suddenly okay? So what had happened in his dream was true?

With this thought in mind, Declan tested a technique from his recollection. He sensed the Miracle Seed's presence, its warm energy surging within him.

The marks from Austin's assault, once evident on his body, had vanished.

Even the cuts on his palms were now mere scabs.

However, his disability, a cruel gift from Khloe, on his right leg was still there.

It turned out that the cultivation technique was real. But what about the medical knowledge? Declan's mind raced.

Suddenly, an influx of seemingly new yet oddly familiar medical information flooded his mind.

There was now hope for his leg injury, which was deemed irreparable by modern medicine.

Once he attained the second level of Miracle, mending his meridians and healing his shattered leg would be within reach. He would not be crippled anymore!

At this moment, the Miracle Energy began to circulate within him.

The next second, the view from his right eye changed and cast the world in shades of gray.

Within this monochrome vision, a dark mass over Gemma's heart region stood out in stark contrast.

Declan wondered if it was because she was ill.

To confirm his suspicion, Declan, although hesitant, asked, "Miss Davis, do you have a heart condition?"

As soon as he said these words, Gemma's demeanor turned ice-cold.

"If you didn't get close to Miss Davis on purpose, then how do you know of her condition?" Benjamin lashed out.

Caught off guard, Declan struggled to find the right words.

Surely, he could not reveal he had inherited knowledge that allowed him to detect ailments just by looking, could he?

Who in their right mind would believe such an outrageous thing?

Seeing Declan's hesitation, Benjamin scoffed, "Clearly, you're up to no good. Leave."

However, at that moment, Gemma clutched her heart and collapsed, her face pallid and beaded with sweat.

"Miss Davis!" Declan cried out before rushing to Gemma's aid.

However, a nurse nearby intervened and remarked snidely, "Get lost, you cripple. You think you can take advantage of Miss Davis, don't you?"

"Yeah. You better leave!" Benjamin chimed in.

With all her remaining strength, Gemma lifted her hand, signaling everyone to stop speaking.

"You're right about my condition. I have a rare congenital heart defect that's deemed incurable," she weakly said.

"Perhaps I can try..." Declan began with genuine concern.

Gemma looked at him and smiled sarcastically. "What's next? You need me to strip?"

Declan recalled the treatment method for her condition and replied awkwardly, "Well, actually, you do need to take off your blouse for the treatment."

"You audacious cripple! Miss Davis was kind enough to have brought you to the hospital, and you want to take advantage of her?" Benjamin yelled at Declan, seething with anger.

However, Gemma, in apparent pain, looked up and asked, "Are you sure you can cure my illness?"

"Absolutely!" Declan confidently assured her. "Your heart condition is a result of a structural anomaly, causing reduced blood flow and leading to pain. Believe it or not, a massage technique can cure it."

"Nonsense! How can massage cure a congenital heart disease? It sounds like your intentions are far from pure. I should break your hands right now!" Benjamin seethed.

Gemma pondered for a moment and shook her head. "Let's give him a shot, Benjamin."

"If you say so, Miss Davis. As your butler, I'll respect your decision." Benjamin, although reluctant, left the room, leaving Declan and Gemma alone.

"Let's get on with it." Gemma, wincing from pain, began to remove her blouse and settled onto the bed.

She was extraordinarily beautiful. Her skin was flawless, and her curvy figure was irresistible to anyone who laid eyes on her.

Using traditional medicinal practices, Declan channeled his Miracle Energy into Gemma. He navigated her meridians and worked to correct the structure of her heart.

Every touch of Gemma's soft skin sent tingles up his spine.

The curve of her shoulder, combined with her soft moans during the massage made Declan's heart race.

He struggled to concentrate on the task at hand.

By the time the first stage of treatment was over, he was drenched in sweat.

Declan wiped the sweat off his forehead and said, "We'll see the initial results in about ten minutes."

Gemma had already lost hope but still wanted to see what this man could do.

"Alright. You have ten minutes," she coldly said.

Benjamin, who had been lingering outside, stepped back in and eyed Declan with distrust.

Nine minutes quickly passed by, but Gemma did not feel anything special.

Disappointment washed over her, and she realized she had been taken in by false hope.

As the clock neared its mark, Benjamin interjected, "So, Miss Davis, how should we handle this fraud?"

Declan's heart sank. He knew he had no more cards to play.

If his newly acquired knowledge was bogus, then maybe exiting this cruel world was not that bad, after all.

Gemma turned to Declan and demanded, "Leave, and make sure our paths never cross again."

With a wave of Benjamin's hand, several bodyguards stormed in and threw Declan out of the hospital.

Once Declan was gone, Benjamin turned to Gemma and exasperatedly said, "Miss Davis, you were too trusting. How could you expose your body to that fraud?"

"You were right, Benjamin," Gemma admitted regretfully. "I can't believe I foolishly believed in him. It turns out he was nothing but a conman."

"Do you want me to get rid of him?" Benjamin asked, his demeanor becoming threatening.

Gemma shook her head. "He didn't ask for compensation, so let's chalk it up to pay for hitting him."

But the next moment, her eyes widened, and her face turned ashen.

To everyone's surprise, Gemma coughed up a gush of black blood.

"Miss Davis!" Benjamin exclaimed in anger and horror. He suspected that this had something to do with the man they had just thrown out.

"I'll go call the hospital director!" the nurse said and then rushed out of the room.

In his rage, Benjamin barked at the guards, "It must be that cripple's doing! Bring that Declan man back here. If he tries anything funny, don't hesitate to kill him!"