"Babe, hurry up! My husband's going to be back soon!"

Inside the luxurious villa, I stood at the bedroom door, overhearing the anxious voice from inside.

That voice was unmistakably familiar to me; it belonged to my wife, Elizabeth Wright.

"He's a useless loser. So what if he comes back? Even if he sees us, he'll just have to swallow it!" A gruff male voice rang out, piercing my ears.

I stood frozen at the door, my entire body trembling uncontrollably.

Rage was boiling up within me, threatening to rob me of my sanity.

With a loud "bang," my bloodshot eyes flashed as I kicked the door wide open!

Inside the room, there they were—a man and a woman, alone together, disheveled and half-dressed.

Seeing Elizabeth's submissive pose on the bed made me seethe with rage; my tears betrayed me, trailing freely down my cheeks.

"Elizabeth! Why would you do this to me?" My gaze was wrought with pain; my teeth clenched as I stared her down with unrelenting fury.

A flicker of panic flashed in Elizabeth's eyes, but it quickly evaporated.

It was replaced with a chilling look of indifference.

"Well, since you caught us, there's no point in hiding anymore," Elizabeth sneered.

"Why? Why would you treat me this way? Three years. I've spent three years in your Wright family, living like less than a dog! If you told me to squat, I wouldn't dare to stand. And yet—and yet you would still betray me!"

My voice nearly broke into a scream as I roared this accusation, my face drenched in tears.

Elizabeth let out a cold laugh and said, "Someone like you—an absolute nobody—how could any woman ever love that?"

Then, she shifted her gaze to the muscular man by her side.

"Do you know who he is? Randy Phillips, of the Phillips family! Truth be told, we've been together in secret for a long time now. If it weren't for Grandpa insisting we stay married, I would've kicked you out ages ago!" Elizabeth's eyes gleamed with disdain as she smirked.

Randy snorted and chimed in, "Quit wasting time telling this loser anything. There's no way he can comprehend the Phillips family, let alone The Anderson Family of the Sterling City."

My face twisted into a bitter smile.

Although I didn't know much about business, I was at least aware of the Anderson family from the Sterling City.

Recently, all of Crestview City's media had been buzzing about them. It would've been hard for me not to know.

Looking at Elizabeth's stunning yet utterly cold face, I couldn't help but let out quiet sobs.

"For three years, I've served you—I've served you like a dog. Even dogs develop feelings after a while..." I choked, sobbing uncontrollably.

Elizabeth sneered, "You? You're worse than a dog."

Randy broke into mocking laughter, "Idiot, if you know what's good for you, just pretend you didn't see anything today. The three of us can still live together happily, and you can even keep serving your goddess like you've been doing."

"But if you don't know what's good for you, pack up your things and get out." Randy's demeanor was lofty and commanding, as though he were the master of the house.

I felt a crushing sense of powerlessness.

When Elizabeth's grandfather, Todd Wright—obsessed with divination at the time—insisted I would bring good fortune to the family, I had been taken in as a live-in son-in-law.

For three years, I endured humiliation. Apart from Todd Wright, no one in the Wright family ever respected me.

This only deepened my insecurity, driving me to placate the family incessantly, terrified of offending anyone.

But in the end, all my efforts had led to this bitter reality.

"I really am a worthless fool," I muttered to myself with self-deprecation.

"Three years of this. Maybe it's time I grew a spine, don't you think?" I fixed my gaze on the shameless couple in front of me. My eyes suddenly took on a sinister gleam.

"What, are you mad now?" Randy noticed the look in my eyes but remained utterly unfazed, his expression brimming with mockery.

My glare didn't waver. Seizing my resolve, I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth. "You piece of garbage—I'm coming for you!"

With that, I lunged at Randy with all my might!

But a man like me, frail and utterly lacking in physical strength, was no match at all.

Before even landing a blow, Randy effortlessly sent me sprawling onto the ground with one swift kick.

The searing pain in my abdomen made standing up almost impossible for me.

"Damn it, how dare a useless piece of scum like you swing at me?" Randy roared in anger.

He stormed toward me, pummeling and kicking me relentlessly.

This pushed me to the brink of despair.

I lay motionless on the cold floor, taking blow after blow without resistance.

"What a pathetic existence I lead," I mused bitterly, cradling my head.

"I can't even avenge myself—is living even worth it for me?" My eyes began to glaze over with hopelessness.

The unrelenting assault left my mouth smeared with blood.

"Enough, enough. Beating up this loser is beneath you," Elizabeth cooed, pulling Randy away sweetly.

Randy spat on my face for good measure and pointed to the door. "Get out of here now, or I'll kill you!"

I struggled to rise from the ground, dragging myself step by step toward the exit.

Hatred burned in my heart—for this vile pair of adulterers. But more than anything, I loathed my own weakness, my failure to exact justice.

I refused to leave in such utter humiliation. Not without a fight.

"Elizabeth, you'll regret this," I turned to say coldly.

Randy pointed at me, erupting in curses, "Get the hell out right now, hear me?"

Wiping the blood from my lips, I staggered out of the Wright family home.

As I reached the entrance, I ran into my mother-in-law, Megan Wright, who had just arrived.

Megan's eyes briefly scanned the Mercedes parked outside, and an immediate understanding seemed to dawn within her.

"Mom..." I called out weakly, my voice tinged with wounded pride.

Megan's expression mirrored the others—cold and detached.

Annoyed, she waved me off. "If you know everything now, then do the smart thing and leave peacefully! Let me tell you, everyone in the Wright family agrees it's time for you to be kicked out!"

Despair gripped me even tighter upon hearing this.

"Does Grandpa agree to this too?" I asked, unwilling to give up just yet.

Megan sneered, "He doesn't have a choice this time! The Phillips family already finalized their cooperation with The Anderson Family of the Sterling City. If we manage to hitch ourselves to their wagon, the Wright family may even get a taste of that success!"

"This involves the future of the entire clan. Do you honestly think some old man can go against it?" Megan's voice dripped with contempt.

"And as for his talk about good luck? Clearly just outdated superstitions," Megan scoffed.

I didn't say another word.

The cold indifference of everyone in the Wright family shattered my spirit.

I wiped my lips clean, striding out of their home with large, determined steps.

The pain coursing through my body, combined with the heartbreak tearing at my soul, was agony I could no longer endure.

At last, I collapsed onto the street in exhaustion.

---

Just then, a Maybach with Sterling City plates came to a smooth halt before Tyler.

The car window rolled down slowly, revealing a long-haired, elegantly poised girl scrutinizing Tyler's limp figure with a frown.

"So he's the fiancé Grandpa chose for me?" The girl blinked her wide eyes, carefully studying Tyler.

Seeing his sorry state, her expression soured into visible distaste.

"Miss, could there be... some mistake? Didn't the old master say he wouldn't be an ordinary man?" A man dressed as a bodyguard questioned, furrowing his brows.

Sarah Anderson didn't reply. Instead, she waved her hand and said, "Bring him into the car."

"Yes, miss." A few bodyguards swiftly stepped out and hauled Tyler into the vehicle.

Gazing at the pitiful man before her, Sarah's brows furrowed even deeper.

"Does Grandpa really mean for me to marry this kind of loser?" Sarah sighed, her mind drifting to the solemn words her grandfather had left her before passing:

"Sarah, we Anderson family owe him a great debt! If not for Tyler's father, we would never have achieved what we have today!"

"Tyler's father left behind a token for him. I promised to hand it over once Tyler turned thirty."

"Mr. Thomas was a man of extraordinary power, and I trust his son will be the same. Sarah, you must treat Tyler well."

Grandpa's repeated reminders echoed through Sarah's thoughts, her exquisite face breaking into a faint, resigned smile.

"If he turns out to be someone with potential, then I'll honor Grandpa's wishes." Sarah muttered internally.

"But... if he's truly a waste, then I can't bring myself to comply." Sarah sighed heavily.

She began tracing her fingers along a piece of jade-green pendant—the very keepsake her grandfather had entrusted for Tyler.

With deliberate care, Sarah slipped the pendant around Tyler's neck before coldly turning away.

"The token has been passed on; the Anderson family has fulfilled its agreement." Sarah thought to herself.

But she failed to notice that, as the bloodstained pendant brushed against Tyler, a soft glow emanated from it before rapidly merging into his body.

The car slowly drove down the road.

"Miss, the Crestview City Lord and Crestview City's business circle want to invite you to dinner." At this time, Sarah Anderson's secretary suddenly spoke.

Sarah Anderson resumed her usual indifference.

She coldly said: "Reject them all, take Tyler Thomas to the hospital first."

The secretary opened his mouth, smiling awkwardly: "Miss, you...aren't really going to marry such a loser, are you?"

Hearing this, a hint of ice flashed through Sarah Anderson's eyes.

"Do I need to report how I make my decisions with you?" Sarah Anderson coldly said.

The secretary's face changed immediately, he hurriedly slapped himself and said, "Miss, I... overstepped my bounds."

After speaking, Sarah Anderson covered her mouth with her jade hand and started coughing violently.

"Miss, it's time for you to take your medicine..." The secretary hurriedly reminded her.

"Start the car." However, Sarah Anderson did not pay any attention to his words and just gave the order expressionlessly.

The car rushed towards the hospital.

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Meanwhile, I, who was unconscious, seemed to have a dream.

In the dream, it was an endless pitch-black void.

And in this darkness, there was a man, coldly staring at me.

He had a towering stature, with an air of a sovereign, as if a true god had descended! Inspiring unparalleled reverence!

"Where...where is this? And who are you?" I said, somewhat panicky.

The man turned around, coldly looking at me.

"I never thought that my son would be such a loser." The man said coldly.

Son?

Hearing this, my heart felt like it was being stabbed by something!

Since I was a child, I had never seen my parents!

As for family affection, it was something I longed for but could never reach!

Although I had never seen the man before, I felt an inexplicable closeness to him!

"Are you...my father? Dad, I miss you so much..." I anxiously reached out, trying to touch my father.

But my hand passed straight through him.

"At the age of thirty, a man should have achieved something. My inheritance is now yours." The man coldly spoke.

"If you're a failure, I believe the Anderson family will take care of you for the rest of your life, and I'll never see you."

"If you have ambition, nothing in this world can stop you!"

"I look forward to meeting you."

After finishing these words, the scene before me began to fade away.

I cried out like a madman: "Dad, don't go, Dad!!"

But no matter how I shouted, I couldn't stop the scene from disappearing.

I was devastated, I knelt on the ground, tears in my eyes, and in unbearable pain.

I had always dreamed of meeting my birth parents, wanting to share my grievances like other people.

But no matter what I did, I couldn't stop the collapse of the scene before me.

Soon, a mysterious memory surged into my mind!

There were sacred medical arts, cultivation methods, and ancient and modern arcane techniques...

In my dantian, a hint of green energy slowly flowed.

Before I could react, everything went black before my eyes.

By the time I woke up again, I was lying on a huge double bed.

In front of me was a girl with long hair, fluttering in the wind, and slender legs.

"You're awake?" Sarah Anderson looked up and down at me, as if trying to see through me.

I hurriedly sat up from the bed and nervously said: "Who... who are you?"

Sarah Anderson didn't seem to be in a hurry to reveal her identity, so she said: "My name is Sarah, I found you passed out on the street and saved you."

"But what I find strange is... the doctor said there's nothing wrong with you." Sarah Anderson blinked her eyes, seemingly curious about this man.

I frowned slightly, murmuring: "Could it be that it wasn't a dream just now?"

Thinking of this, I quickly closed my eyes.

As expected! The memory was still there! It seemed to be merging with my own!

And the energy in my dantian showed no signs of disappearing!

"It's really... true!" From desperation, hope ignited in my heart! Medical scriptures, cultivation secret techniques... all of these could help me completely change my current predicament!

"I saved you, and you're not even planning on saying thank you? You're really an impolite person." Sarah Anderson rolled her eyes.

Only then did I come back to my senses. I quickly got up and bowed to Sarah Anderson, saying somewhat awkwardly, "Mis...Miss Sarah, thank you for saving me..."

Looking at my embarrassed appearance, Sarah Anderson couldn't help but laugh.

For some reason, she suddenly felt that the silly man in front of her seemed a bit adorable.

"Alright, I was just teasing you." Sarah Anderson waved her hand.

After saying that, Sarah Anderson covered her mouth again and started coughing violently.

At this moment, a man dressed like a doctor walked in from outside.

"Miss, it's time for you to take your medicine." The doctor said, holding a medical box.

Sarah Anderson nodded.

There was already warm water prepared on the table, and the doctor took out a whole table full of medicine.

I watched Sarah Anderson in front of me, and countless medical scriptures suddenly appeared in my mind.

This made me feel a little excited.

I hesitated for a moment, then walked up and asked, "Miss Sarah, are you feeling unwell?"

Sarah Anderson glanced at me and casually said, "Yeah, I have asthma. I've had it since I was little."

Asthma!

Instantly, a treatment method appeared in my mind!

However, years of low self-esteem made me somewhat afraid to speak up.

I just stood there, watching Sarah Anderson finish taking all the medicine on the table.

But after taking the medicine, Sarah Anderson's symptoms did not improve at all.

I watched this scene, took a deep breath, and gathered the courage to step forward, saying, "Miss Sarah, would you let me have a try? Maybe I can cure your disease."

Hearing these words, a touch of surprise flashed through Sarah Anderson's beautiful eyes.

Then she couldn't help but laugh, "I have asthma, it's incurable. You should know that, right?"

I quickly explained, "I don't know how to explain it to you, but... I still want to give it a try. Maybe it'll work..."

At this point, Sarah Anderson's brow furrowed slightly.

Even the doctor by her side scoffed, "Kid, you're not even a doctor. What makes you think you can cure her?"

My face turned completely red, looking rather embarrassed.

"I've seen many people like you. You just think our miss is pretty and want to take advantage of her, don't you?" The doctor continued.

"If I'm not mistaken, your treatment method requires skin-to-skin contact, right?"

I opened my mouth, forcing myself to say, "It does need..."

"Hahaha, Miss, you see, this kid is nothing more than a despicable wimp." The doctor sneered.

Sarah Anderson's face grew colder.

She looked at me and asked, "Do you know the consequences of trying to take advantage of me?"

I hurriedly defended myself, "No... that's not it. I really don't want to take advantage of you. I can actually cure your disease!"

"What a joke," the doctor snorted.

"Although asthma is not a serious illness, it's been a chronic problem that's difficult to cure! Miss, I suggest cutting off this kid's hand and throwing him out!" The doctor said coldly.

Sarah Anderson didn't say a word.

She looked me up and down, thinking about something.

"I can give you a chance," finally, Sarah Anderson spoke.

"But if there's no effect, you'll have a miserable end." Sarah Anderson said, blinking her eyes.

I could tell that Sarah Anderson was not to be trifled with, but at this moment, I was full of confidence.

I was also eager to test whether the medical scriptures in my mind were real or not.

"Alright!" I nodded vigorously.

"Miss, do you really believe him? He's obviously..."

"Shut up!" The doctor wanted to say more, but Sarah Anderson's sharp rebuke silenced him.

The doctor immediately shut up, begrudgingly retreating to one side.

"How do you want me to cooperate with you, Dr. Tyler?" Sarah Anderson asked playfully.

My face turned red, and I whispered, "I... I need to put my hand on your chest..."

After saying this, my face was red all the way down to my neck.

Lowering my head, the snowy white scene on Sarah Anderson's chest was truly a beautiful sight.

"Kid, you really have some nerve!" The doctor was suddenly furious!

In their hearts, Sarah Anderson was an untouchable goddess, a heavenly beauty! How could they tolerate a useless fool dishonoring her?

Even Sarah's bodyguards took a step forward in unison!

Sarah looked at me with a somewhat icy expression on her face.

After a moment of silence, Sarah finally agreed.

"If he's deceiving me, at least I can report back." Sarah thought to herself.

So, Sarah lay on the bed, her white chest bare in front of me.

I blushed and walked over to Sarah.

I whispered, "Miss Sarah, I... pardon me."

Having said that, I summoned my courage, reached out my hand, and slowly placed it on Sarah's body.

Sarah was simply too beautiful! Compared to her, Elizabeth Wright was nothing!

And her figure was truly extraordinary, making it difficult for anyone to control themselves upon seeing her.

The doctor and bodyguards nearby were practically bulging their eyes out.

If it weren't for Sarah's forbearance, they probably would have minced me into pieces!

I suppressed my wild thoughts and focused on stabilizing my mind.

Following the method in the medical scriptures, I channeled the qi in my dantian like a swimming dragon and used it.

A warm current flowed from my palm and slowly entered Sarah's body.

Sarah only felt warmth, and her entire body was slightly heated, as if she was submerged in a hot spring.

Time passed by the second, and sweat began to roll down my forehead.

In the blink of an eye, ten minutes had passed.

This made Sarah somewhat angry.

There had to be a limit to taking advantage! Wasn't it enough?

Moreover, besides the warmth in her body, Sarah hardly noticed any improvement!

On the contrary, she felt breathless and stifled in her chest, unable to help but cough!

"It seems that grandpa really overestimated him." Sarah secretly shook her head in her heart.

At this moment, I finally took my hand away from Sarah's body.

Wiping the sweat from my forehead, I whispered, "Miss Sarah, I've just finished your treatment. You should recover in about ten minutes."

Sarah sat up on the bed and couldn't help but sneer, "Ten minutes to recover? Do you think I'm a three-year-old child?"

After saying this, Sarah coughed violently again, her face turning somewhat pale.

I stood there, looking uneasy and not knowing where to put my hands.

"Miss, let us chop him up!" The burly bodyguards shouted.

However, Sarah waved her hand and glanced at the clock on the wall, saying, "I'll give him ten minutes."

I was also unsure deep down.

This fantastic encounter made it hard for me to distinguish between reality and a dream.

The bodyguards came forward and surrounded me, as if fearing that I would run away.

In the blink of an eye, nine minutes had passed.

Sarah looked at the clock and coldly said, "It seems you really are lying to me. How was it? Did you enjoy touching me?"

I couldn't help but give a bitter smile, knowing that there was no point in explaining myself at this point, so I simply said nothing.

The bodyguards stepped forward, seemingly ready to take action.

There was no panic on my face.

I had completely lost hope in the world. Death, perhaps, would be a relief.

"Forget it." At this point, Sarah waved her hand.

"For some reason, I'll spare your life, but don't let me see you again." Sarah said coldly.

I didn't say much; I stood up and bowed to Sarah.

"Miss Sarah, I'm sorry for bothering you." After saying this, I turned around and prepared to leave.

---

"Miss, are we really letting him go?" After Tyler left, the bodyguards said with dissatisfaction.

Sarah glanced at them without saying a word.

"Consider it a favor to his father." Sarah sighed with some regret, but there was still a hint of disappointment on her face.

Because before she came to Crestview City, her grandpa had praised Tyler Thomas to the skies, which filled Sarah's heart with expectations.

"Grandpa, it seems you really misjudged him." Sarah sighed softly.

At this moment, Sarah suddenly felt a wave of warmth!

Then, she coughed once – a mouthful of black filth spat out from her mouth!

"Miss, are you alright?"

"What the hell did that guy do! I'm going to catch him right now!"

"I want to skin him alive!"

Sarah, however, quickly waved her hand.

She felt her chest, surprised to find that the suffocating sensation that had lingered for years was gone! The itchiness in her throat had also completely disappeared!

"It really worked?" A touch of surprise appeared on Sarah's cold and beautiful face.

"Quick, go and bring him back!" Sarah hurriedly ordered.

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The mag-lev train screamed past overhead, its shadow swallowing me whole as I collapsed onto the pavement, blood dripping from my lip, ribs on fire.

I'd been thrown out like garbage—beaten, betrayed, broken—by the woman I served for three years. Elizabeth's laughter still rang in my ears: "You're worse than a dog."

As darkness crept in, a Maybach glided to a stop beside me. The window lowered, revealing a goddess with storm-gray eyes. "So he's the fiancé Grandpa chose for me?" she murmured, disgust flickering across her flawless face.

Her guards hauled me inside like trash. Through blurred vision, I saw her place a jade pendant around my neck—cold, glowing faintly.

Then everything exploded in light.

A voice boomed from the void: "At thirty, a man should have achieved something. My inheritance is yours."

Memories flooded in—ancient healing arts, qi pathways, techniques lost to time. Energy stirred in my core, green and alive.

When I opened my eyes again, I was on a hospital bed, staring at the woman who saved me. She was coughing—asthma, the doctor said.

I knew I could cure her. But speaking up meant risking everything.

The doctor sneered, "Kid, you're not even a doctor."

Sarah's icy gaze locked onto mine. "If you're lying… you'll have a miserable end."

I took a breath.

This was my first real choice: stay silent and vanish—or reach out, heal her, and step into a destiny I never asked for.