No one was present at the ward when he arrived at the hospital; which was what Liam wanted. The doctors and nurses had already gotten used to him—probably instructed by Albert Shawn to allow him exercise his healing skills on his father. They were in awe of him as he walked past them, murmuring about how the poor man had started to feel better ever since Liam showed up.
“You must wake up today,” Liam whispered as he began to conduct his spells. “My wife is becoming very suspicious, and I really need that money. You would want me to have that money, right?”
He took out the special oil that took him fourteen hours to make. It had required a lot of time and effort, and now it wouldn’t be in vain. Liam had gathered some soul from the pond he had jumped into the other day, a small fraction of
