His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0503 Taking matters into his own hands, the old butler managed to bring the legendary healer Ghost Hand Reed to the Jess family estate in under two hours.

Reed was a miracle worker. Known throughout the north as Ghost Hand Reed, his real name was Wealhmaer Reed. He was famed for bringing people back from the brink of death.

Yet, even Wealhmaer seemed out of options. After inspecting the injuries, he looked at Erick with a heavy heart and said, "Mister Erick, your brother's chest is crushed, his organs are in pieces, and his life is flickering out. I'm sorry, but I'm powerless to save

TPE deo ae a I him." Erick felt as if a bomb had gone off 4 inside him. He turned to his dying brother, his vision blurring with tears that threatened to fall.

His own brother, his blood, was slipping away.

"Mister Erick, I'll perform the Returning Light Seven-Star treatment on Mister Gerald. If he has any last wishes or unfinished business, now's the time to take care of them." Wealhmaer, known among the underground as Ghost Hand for his miraculous touch, leaned in close and whispered a command. He then stepped up with purpose, pulling seven gleaming silver needles from his worn leather pouch. With the grace of a seasoned artist, he flicked his wrist,

into the seven pressure points atop

awakened the spark of life! The moment the needles hit their marks, Gerald's frail body convulsed with newfound energy. His eyes, once dull and fading, blazed with sudden intensity. A raspy breath escaped his lips, and he croaked out, "Erick..." In a flash, Erick was at his side, tears welling in his fierce eyes. "Gerald, what's your last wish? Who did this to you? Just tell me, and I'll move heaven and earth to get them for you!" Coughing weakly, Gerald tried to speak, but a gush of blood cut him off, and the light in his eyes dimmed as

was running out.

action, yanking an old, chunky cell phone from his pocket and thrusting it into Gerald's hands.

His eyes twitched in agony. Instead, with a finger stained

soft click echoed in the

worn-out cell phone slipped from Gerald Jess's limp grasp, his head tilting ever so slightly

took over.

Erick's heart was