King-In-Law, The Hidden God Of War!

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Lewin leaned toward Dante, his voice dripping with menace: “Did you hear me clearly, Dante? When I say one, it’s one; when I say two, it’s two. Either you drag your granddaughter out of that operating room right now, or your whole family can start packing and get out of this city.”

He spoke like a roar, deliberately loud enough for the onlookers to hear, his words reverberating down the hallway like a public declaration of power.

Wilmer stood beside him, still rubbing his chest as he let out a cold chuckle: “Or do you think that son-in-law of yours can protect your whole family? Have you forgotten who controls the finances of the Thompson family? Without us, your family couldn’t even hold on to the bricks in your yard.”

Dante lowered his head, one hand still pressed to the cheek that had been slapped crimson. His gaze wavered, on one side, the image of his granddaughter clinging to life in the operating room; on the other, the crushing weight of family pressure and Lewin’s authority. His throat tightened, but in the end, no words of defiance escaped him.

Sophia stepped forward, placing herself between her father and her uncle, her voice trembling but resolute: “No one is allowed to interfere with Anna’s surgery. No matter how powerful you are, this is still a child’s life!”

“Enough!” Lewin barked, fury flashing in his eyes as he raised his hand again, as if to slap her: “I’m giving you one last chance, Sophia. Get out of here, call Victor, apologize, and beg him to reinstate the contract. If you don’t, I’ll make sure you understand what it means to go against the Thompson family.”

A murmur rippled through the spectators. Someone whispered: “An uncle saying that to his own niece…” Another replied in a low voice: “This isn’t about family, it’s about profit.”

Raymond stepped forward without warning. The steady, heavy rhythm of his shoes striking the floor pressed down like an invisible weight, forcing Lewin to lower his hand for the moment. Raymond’s voice was low but rang clear: “I already told you. This is a hospital, no noise. And you’d better not lay a finger on my family.”

He said nothing more, but the cold gleam in his eyes was a warning that didn’t need to be repeated. The air froze, and even the bystanders began to feel a chill creeping down their spines.

The VIP hallway still hummed with the aftershocks of the argument, but as Raymond took a single step forward, it was as if every sound was pressed flat. He towered over Wilmer by nearly a head, his broad shoulders and solid muscle beneath a worn gray shirt giving him the presence of a moving wall. The white lights glinted off his expressionless face, every sharp line carved as if from stone.

His gaze swept over Lewin and Wilmer, slow but sharp as a blade.

“I don’t care who has the final say in the Thompson family.” Raymond said, his deep voice steady yet cutting through the silence so cleanly that the faint beep of a heart monitor from the operating room could be heard: “But I will tell you both this, here, in this city, I have the authority to do many things…”

Lewin took in a deep breath but didn’t move. Raymond closed the distance by another half-step, his tall frame casting a long shadow that nearly swallowed the space between them.

He continued, his tone calm but landing like a hammer: “Yesterday, the Desert View Hotel was requisitioned to host a banquet, I was one of the invited guests. Today, the government is covering all of Anna’s surgical and hospital expenses. And that’s only two of many privileges I have. So…”

He tilted his head slightly, the corner of his mouth pulling into something that wasn’t quite a smile: “…if you want to make this a fight, go ahead.”

Another ripple of murmurs spread through the crowd: “Requisitioned the hotel? Was that yesterday’s event? I heard all the guests were high-ranking figures.” Someone else clicked their tongue: “If that’s true… this man isn’t ordinary.”

Wilmer’s grip tightened around his phone, his eyes darting between Raymond and his father. The aggressive confidence from earlier seemed to drain away, replaced by visible hesitation.

Lewin frowned, searching Raymond’s gaze for any c***k to strike at, but found only an impenetrable sheet of ice, impossible to read. He couldn’t tell how much of what Raymond said was true, but his instincts warned him, this was not someone to provoke without knowing his full strength.

The tension stretched for a few seconds more before Lewin leaned slightly toward his son, his voice dropping low enough for only them to hear: “Let’s go.”

Wilmer froze, wanting to speak, but when he met his father’s warning look, he clenched his jaw and swallowed the words.

The two of them turned and walked away from the hallway, their steps heavy with resentment, neither daring to look back.

Their retreating footsteps faded, leaving behind only the steady beeping of the heart monitor from the operating room. Sophia stood motionless, her heart still pounding from what had just happened, while Dante kept his head lowered, his expression conflicted, relieved to have avoided a direct family clash, yet weighed down by his powerlessness against Lewin’s authority.

Kiera crossed her arms, her gaze drilling into Raymond, full of reproach: “What do you think you just did? Driving both Lewin and Wilmer away, do you think this will end quietly? The whole family is already in chaos, and you’ve made it worse!”

Laura immediately chimed in, her voice shrill: “That’s right! Now the contract is gone, the project’s dead, all because of you!”

“If you’d just agreed to divorce when Victor told you to earlier, none of this would’ve happened!”

Raymond was silent for a few seconds, then stepped forward slowly, his eyes steady and cold: “I don’t care what this is about. As long as Sophia and I are not divorced, no one, no one, will separate me from my wife and child. And no one should expect me to divorce her. From today on, I’ll be staying at your house.”

Kiera remained with her arms crossed, her eyes blazing at him, but his words caught her short: “What did you just say? Staying at our house? Who gave you: “

“I don’t need anyone’s permission.” Raymond cut her off, his voice calm but each word heavy as stone: “As long as Sophia and I aren’t divorced, I’ll be there. To take care of my wife and child.”

Sophia tilted her head, about to interrupt: “No need. Anna and I: “

“Whether it’s needed or not isn’t for you to decide.” He stopped, his gaze fixed on her: “I’m a soldier. Divorce has to be approved by my superiors. Until that happens, I’m still your legal husband. And a husband… has the right to be by his wife’s side.”

The hallway seemed to pause for a beat. Laura bit her lip and looked away. Kiera ground her teeth, ready to retort but finding no argument. They both knew that if Raymond was telling the truth, the law was not on their side.

And facing the icy stare he leveled at them, neither dared to push further.

In the far corner, Dante remained silent, though his eyes betrayed his unease. As Sophia’s father and Anna’s grandfather, he felt relief that Lewin had withdrawn, yet discomfort at the thought of Raymond openly taking up residence in his home.

Kiera and Laura were no less displeased, but in the face of the law, they had little choice but to hold their tongues. As for Sophia, she said nothing more. Whether Raymond came to live at her house or not mattered far less than the surgery Anna was undergoing. So long as Anna survived, it was only natural that the girl would want to see her father.