Her face was ashen, lips utterly drained of color. She looked as if she were lost in a sleep so deep that nothing could reach her.
“Mavis, don’t be afraid. I’m here.” Calliope set her bag down and hurried to the bedside, taking Mavis’s hand in hers. Her skin was burning with fever, her breathing shallow and almost imperceptible. The readouts on the monitors offered no comfort—her life seemed so fragile, as if it could slip away at any moment.
Calliope’s heart twisted with worry and pity. “Mavis, you idiot,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “What were you thinking, throwing yourself in front of him like that?” Her eyes darted over to Uriah, and the glare she gave him was sharp enough to cut.
Standing there, Uriah looked like a schoolboy caught red-handed—head hung low, cheeks gone pale, shame and anxiety written all over his face. He wanted to ask if Calliope had any way to save Mavis, but the words stuck in his throat. He didn’t have the nerve. Deep down, he knew Calliope’s fear and urgency ran even deeper than his own.
Calliope wasted no time. She checked Mavis’s pulse, firing off questions to the team of doctors, asking for updates and pressing for every scan and test result they’d gathered in the last few days.
The medical team—some local, some brought in from abroad—each wore an air of professionalism, but it was clear Calliope’s reputation preceded her. As she started her questioning, several of them paused, exchanging uncertain looks. Uriah had promised them a world-class specialist, a miracle worker. None of them expected her to be so young—a vision of sharp, radiant beauty that felt almost too striking for a hospital ward.
Doubt flickered in their eyes. Was this really the renowned doctor they’d been waiting for? Someone so young and, frankly, stunning—could she possibly handle a case this dire?
But with Uriah present, none of them dared voice their skepticism. They briefed Calliope on Mavis’s condition and handed over the charts.



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Oh wrestling expert ey? So is this Khamzat Chimaev or Shavkat Rakhmonov? Because Khabib's would be too haram....
Oh no. Million is just mix of Conor McGregor, Islam Makhachev, Mike Tyson, Max Holloway, Anderson Silva... I bet he lands 5sec flying knees like Jorge Masvidal too. Oh nope, 1sec knees. And has faster left hooks than Alex Pereira. Definitely would win UFC championship in every weight division including women. Poor Zhang Weili....
Okay so.... Million is now from East. Arctic wolf from East, modified genetically so he can manage his own Instagram and probably also box like Mike Tyson and snapping left hooks like Alex Pereira....
This is starting to be the same twister of abilities as Cassandra Yates and Tiffany. But question is, why the hell Silas can't just open his mouth and tell Caliope that she's the one whom he has in his heart. He would prevent a lot of misunderstanding. Seems like despite capability of talking with modified arctic wolf, she's not like telepathic....
Oh no, so FL is again another hidden genius with both hemispheres working on hundreds... Ffffuuuu. Cassandra Yates and Tiffany were already enough, ughugh. And Tiffany was even more exaggerated than Cassandra....
That's weird, in the first chapters there was said that her bio parents and bros doteď on Caliope but then they adopted Lisette, but this chapter suddenly says otherwise. Did author forget what he wrote?...
I REALLLYYY REALLLYYYY REALLYYYYYY WANT TO SLAP THE 3 BROTHERS WHENEVER THEY OPEN THEIR MOUTH !!! AND THEIR MOM !!!...
Why has this not been updated ?? there were 5 more chapters which was released and it has not been updated.. Please do update on regular basis......