Chapter 200

Back in the Miracle Avenue, Jaden was enjoying his lunch together with Selena and her family, soaking in some wonderful, quality family time.

For a moment, everything was normal. Peaceful.

Then Vane's phone let out a shrill, jarring ringtone.

Vane flinched, almost dropping his fork.

He reached for the phone, still buzzing across the table. One glance at the screen froze him solid.

His lips parted. "What the hell?” he muttered. “Elias?"

That name alone was enough to draw every pair of eyes in the room. Selena looked up with a raised brow. Nora paused mid-bite. Even Jaden, composed as ever, dabbed his mouth with a napkin and looked over calmly.

Vane stared at the phone like it had turned radioactive. "Why the hell is he calling me now?"

"Because they're panicking," Jaden said smoothly. His tone was low, but there was iron underneath. "It's about the pill. I told you. Sooner or later, they'd come crawling."

Without fanfare, he reached into his coat pocket and set something on the table—a small, black velvet box.

It made no sound, but it landed with weight.

Vane's eyes widened. The entire table leaned forward.

Inside the box, resting like a holy relic, was the Divine Pill. Sealed in a clear capsule, it gleamed faintly under the chandelier. It looked ancient and powerful. Priceless.

Time slowed.

Selena's father blinked in disbelief. Nora's lips parted slightly. Even Vane-who had mocked it just hours ago-felt a chill crawl up his spine.

"Go on," Jaden said. "Answer it."

Vane swallowed and tapped the speaker button. “Hello?”

Elias's voice cracked through the line. Desperate. Out of breath. All the arrogance stripped away.

"Vane, listen to me. Dad's in critical condition. He collapsed-stroke. The doctors... they said it's bad. Real bad. We need the Divine Pill. Now."

The air thickened.

Everyone in the room went still. No one moved. Even the background noise—the clatter of plates, the rustle of clothes—seemed to vanish.

Vane opened his mouth, ready to agree-ready to obey Elias, like he always did. Elias's voice still had that bull, the residue of years spent under his thumb. The instinct to obey rose like a reflex.

His lips parted.

But he didn't speak.

Nora did.

Without warning, she snatched the phone off the table like it was toxic.

Her voice hit like a whip. "Oh. Now you want the pill?”

Dead silence from the other end.

same one you

"You mean the sa

laughed at earlier?" she went on, every word sharper than the last. "The same one you tossed on the ground like it was trash? You called it a scam. A joke. You said we should keep it for ourselves because no one else was stupid enough to believe in it."

Her tone was fire-cold, controlled, but burning.

"And now, suddenly, it's a miracle cure?” she snapped. "Now it matters?"

She stood up, pacing slowly in front of the table. "Tell me, Elias. Why the hell should we care?"

Elias said nothing. You could practically hear him swallowing his pride on the other

end.

"You treated us like dirt," Nora

continued. "Mocked us in front of

everyone. You humiliated my

husband, and you spit on the one

thing that might've saved your father's life."

She stared down at the phone in her hand. "And now you come begging?"