Chapter 2

I'd used my specialized medical arts to jumpstart Jackson's body functions.

Once I stopped, and he got too worked up, his nervous system would crash right away.

That was the cost.

Just then, a black sedan screeched to a stop at the curb, and a middle-aged man in a white coat ran over. "Move aside!"

It was Lucas, the director of Betrico Hospital, a legend in the medical field.

Leila grabbed him like he was her last hope. "Thank goodness you're here. Please, save my son. Whatever it takes, we'll pay."

He crouched down and quickly assessed Jackson's condition.

He lifted Jackson's eyelids and tested his leg for a response.

His expression grew more and more grave.

Finally, he stood up and shook his head at Leila. "Jackson's situation is really tough.

"It's acute nerve degeneration causing full-body spasms. The nerves in his legs are dying off fast."

Leila was frantic. "What are we supposed to do? Please, you have to help him."

Lucas let out a heavy sigh. "Modern medicine can't fix this. The only one who could save him now is Ghost Hand."

Leila pressed, desperation in her voice, "Who is that? I'll pay however much is needed."

Lucas's eyes skipped past her and locked onto me outside the crowd.

I was about to turn and walk away, not wanting to watch this farce any longer.

"Ms. Sullivan," Lucas suddenly called out.

He pushed through the crowd and hurried over to me.

With everyone staring in shock, he stopped in front of me and bowed deeply.

The atmosphere froze.

Leila, Yolanda, and Jackson, who was still writhing in pain on the ground, were all stunned.

Lucas's voice carried a subtle tremor and profound respect. "Ms. Sullivan, will you take on this patient?"

Dead silence fell.

All eyes locked onto me, filled with shock, confusion, and disbelief.

Leila's jaw dropped. "M-Mr. White, she's Ghost Hand?"

Yolanda's face went ghostly pale, and she started trembling slightly.

Jackson was so shocked that even his spasms eased up a bit.

He stared at me, eyes bulging like they were about to pop out of his head.

I reached up and took off my sunglasses.

It was a face they'd known for the past three years, yet now it looked like a stranger to them.

The meekness and eagerness to please were gone; only icy indifference remained.

"Lucas, I'm busy today," I said, my voice quiet but clear enough for everyone to hear.

Lucas straightened up and stood respectfully to the side. "Sorry, I was out of line."

Leila half-crawled, half-stumbled over to me, trying clutching at my leg.

"Chiara, you're Ghost Hand, right? Please, save Jackson. I'd do whatever it takes," she begged.

I took a step back, pulling my leg away before she could touch it.

Jackson lay on the ground, gritting his teeth through the pain as he managed to squeeze out, "Chiara, who are you, really?"

I towered over him, looking down.

Three years I'd looked after him.

Now, he was a mess, honestly pathetic.

"Who am I?" I smirked. "I'm the ex-wife your whole family called worthless and threw out. And I'm also Ghost Hand, the only person on earth who can keep you alive."

Jackson's eyes were bloodshot, filled with regret, resentment, and shock.

Yolanda laced a hand over her belly and backed away, her gaze fixed on me, full of fear.

Leila cried, "Sorry, Chiara. We failed to see your worth. Please, for the sake of what you and Jackson once had—"

"What we once had?" I cut her off. "Come on. We're still outside the courthouse."

I turned to Lucas. "The ambulance is here. Take him to the hospital first. Don't let him die out here."

Lucas nodded right away. "Okay."

The ambulance pulled up with sirens blaring, and the paramedics hurriedly loaded Jackson onto a stretcher.

Leila and Yolanda climbed in after them.

Before the ambulance left, Leila clung to the door and shouted at me, "Chiara, I'll be waiting for you at the hospital. You must come."

I didn't even bother to respond.

A black Bentley glided up beside me quietly.

The driver got out and opened the door for me. "Ms. Sullivan, please get in."

I slipped into the car, and it quietly drove off.

The red and blue lights of the ambulance flashed in the rearview mirror, growing smaller and smaller as they faded into the distance.