His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0503 Taking matters into his own hands, the old butler managed to bring the legendary healer Ghost Hand Reed to the Jess family estate in under two hours.

Reed was a miracle worker. Known throughout the north as Ghost Hand Reed, his real name was Wealhmaer Reed. He was famed for bringing people back from the brink of death. NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Yet, even Wealhmaer seemed out of options. After inspecting the injuries, he looked at Erick with a heavy heart and said, "Mister Erick, your brother's chest is crushed, his organs are in pieces, and his life is flickering out. I'm sorry, but I'm powerless to save

TPE deo ae a | him." Erick felt as if a bomb had gone off 4 inside him. He turned to his dying brother, his vision blurring with tears that threatened to fall.

His own brother, his blood, was slipping away.

"Mister Erick, I'll perform the Returning Light Seven-Star treatment on Mister Gerald. If he has any last wishes or unfinished business, now's the time to take care of them." Wealhmaer, known among the underground as Ghost Hand for his miraculous touch, leaned in close and whispered a command. He then stepped up with purpose, pulling seven gleaming silver needles from his worn leather pouch. With the grace of a seasoned artist, he flicked his wrist,

and the needles danced into the seven pressure points atop Gerald's head.

It awakened the spark of life! The moment the needles hit their marks, Gerald's frail body convulsed with newfound energy. His eyes, once dull and fading, blazed with sudden intensity. A raspy breath escaped his lips, and he croaked out, "Erick..." In a flash, Erick was at his side, tears welling in his fierce eyes. "Gerald, what's your last wish? Who did this to you? Just tell me, and I'll move heaven and earth to get them for you!" Coughing weakly, Gerald tried to speak, but a gush of blood cut him off, and the light in his eyes dimmed as quickly as it had appeared. The Returning Light Seven-Star treatment had been a desperate gambit, and time

was running out.

"Gerald!!" Erick's voice was a tormented cry. He snapped to action, yanking an old, chunky cell phone from his pocket and thrusting it into Gerald's hands. "Don't talk, just type.

Type it out! "Who was it? Who got you? Spill it!" Gerald's grip on the phone was shaky, his fingers quivering over the keys. His eyes twitched in agony. Instead, with a finger stained in his own blood, he pressed down, and a single, uppercase "'C" appeared on the screen.

A soft click echoed in the room.

The worn-out cell phone slipped from Gerald Jess's limp grasp, his head tilting ever so slightly before silence

took over.

"Gerald? Gerald!!" ) Erick's heart was shredded with pain.

Despite being the patriarch of a prestigious family, his usual authority was gone. He clutched his brother's lifeless body, weeping uncontrollably.

The butler's face, etched with grief, had just escorted the infamous Ghost Hand Reed out of the room. He returned quietly, picking up the discarded phone and fixating on the letter C on its screen, lost in thought.

"Quidel." Time seemed to stand still before Erick, regaining some composure, looked at Quidel Jabara, the butler,

holding the phone. "Before he died, my brother pressed this letter. What does it mean?" he asked, his voice rough with emotion.

"The only other leads I have are the Callie Group and the Kane family from the northern elite. Or maybe... the New Chesire Group, Alexander!" Callie Group, New Chesire...

Erick's gaze shifted from his brother's body to meet Quidel's eyes, and he growled, "Give my brother the funeral he deserves. One that's fit for his stature." "Also, send our people to keep a close eye on Callie Group and New Chesire Group. I want to know their every move, every detail. Don't miss a thing."