?Chapter 36:


    Both Dn and Chloe focused their attention on Christina, curiosity and concern mingling in their eyes.


    “If something’s wrong, you can be honest with us. My brother won’t let you down—he’ll take care of everything,” Chloe said, her voice full of support, assuming Christina was facing difficulties.


    Dn gave a quiet nod of agreement. “Just let me know what you need. I’ll make sure it’s handled.”


    Christina shook her head, offering Chloe a reassuring smile and giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “Nothing’s wrong. Actually, King just reached out to me, and I haven’t had a chance to share the news.”


    “What?” The siblings’ reactions were immediate—a chorus of ovepping exmations, excitement barely contained in their voices.


    Dn was quite stunned. A swift response from King had been thest thing he’d expected. It seemed King’s reputation for being elusive was well-deserved. Not a single trace of the message remained—King’s reply had just reached Christina, unnoticed.


    “What did King say?” Dn asked, urgency tightening his tone. Their eyes met, and Christina didn’t hesitate. “The patient you’re desperate to save—it’s your sister, isn’t it?”


    A somber nod from Dn confirmed it, worry darkening his expression. “Yes. Her illness… time isn’t on her side.”


    At best, Chloe might have a year left—a truth that weighed heavily in Dn’s voice. He refused to let fate steal his sister without a fight. Turning her attention to Chloe, Christina asked, “Do you ever get chills so deep that it feels like you’re trapped in a freezer? And when that happens, do you also get splitting headaches?”


    Chloe’s eyes widened in shock. “Spot on! How did you know that?” Dn was equally taken aback, but in an instant, he understood—this must be King’s diagnosis. A glimmer of hope sparked within him. If King, the miracle worker, could identify Chloe’s symptoms from afar, maybe the odds of a cure weren’t just a fantasy after all.


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    “That’s what King told me,” Christina said smoothly, her gaze returning to Dn. “And as for our agreement, King epts.”


    Dn’s chest tightened in disbelief. “You mean… King really agrees to help?”


    With a steady nod, Christina confirmed, “Yes. King has promised to cure your sister.”


    Relief and astonishment washed over the siblings, transforming their faces with sudden joy.


    Chloe’s voice trembled with overwhelming emotion. “Is that true? Really?”


    She had already resigned herself to the idea that she had at most a year left, making the best of borrowed time and living each day as if it were herst.


    Still, no matter how much optimism or strength a person possessed, the reality of mortality could drag anyone into despair at times.


    Survival wasn’t enough—Chloe craved life in all its fullness. She wanted to feel every heartbeat, to savor both the ordinary moments and the extraordinary ones alike. So many faces came to mind—loved ones she couldn’t bear to part with, people whose lives were tightly woven with hers. The fear of saying goodbye to them was paralyzing. Even clinging to existence by a thread seemed preferable to letting go. The prospect of death was far more terrifying than merely scraping by.


    A gentle but serious note entered Christina’s voice, breaking through the wave of relief in the room. “But…”


    Dn’s grin faded, and hope drained from Chloe’s eyes.


    “But what is it?” Dn asked, his tone shaded with new anxiety.


    Christina exined, “King wants to get the cold spells under control before thinking about the surgery. Your sister’s condition has to be stabilized first.”


    Whatever King advised, Dn was quick to agree. “Anything King rmends, we’ll do it. But can King really save Chloe?”


    “If King says there’s a cure, then there is one,” Christina answered with certainty.


    The assertive tone struck Dn as odd, though he couldn’t say exactly why. Onlyter, when the truth about Christina’s discreet identity as King came to light, did everything fall into ce for him. That absolute confidence in her voice finally made sense. She had spoken not as a messenger, but as King, the miracle worker herself. Such conviction could only belong to King in the flesh.


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