Until now, one man had remained silent.
He sat slightly apart from the others, his posture relaxed yet dignified, his eyes sharp with experience rather than arrogance. Unlike Hector Vane and Leonard Crowe, his presence was calm—measured.
Silas turned slightly and gestured toward him.
"This is Henry Law," he said. "Head of the Law family."
A ripple passed through the group.
The Law family—one of the top five families of Z City. Old aristocracy, deep-rooted influence in education, real estate, and civil administration. Not as aggressive as the Vane Consortium, not as shadowy as the Crowe Circle—but stable, respected, and untouchable in their own way.
Henry Law finally spoke.
"Young man," he said, looking directly at PK, "from the moment you walked in, you never once bent your spine. That alone tells me you're not ordinary."
PK met his gaze calmly.
Before PK could respond, Silas raised his hand.
"Words are meaningless now," Silas said. "Let's move to facts."
He turned to the butler.
"Bring him in."
Moments later, the garden gates opened.
A medical bed was wheeled in slowly.
On it lay an old man—frail, pale, his breathing shallow. Tubes, monitors, and the unmistakable stillness of someone who had been bedridden for years.
"This is Elias Moor," Silas said quietly.
"A man declared medically hopeless by top doctors across three cities."
The atmosphere shifted instantly.
Silas took the bottle of medicine water prepared by PK.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone present, he carefully poured a few spoonfuls and fed it to Elias.
Nothing happened.
Five seconds passed.
Ten.
Then—
Elias's fingers twitched.
A sharp intake of breath followed.
The monitors spiked.
Gasps echoed around the garden.
Elias's eyes slowly opened.
"What… day is it?" he muttered hoarsely.
Silence exploded into chaos.
The old man—who hadn't spoken in years—slowly pushed himself up.
With help, he stood.
Stood.
On his own feet.
Hector's face drained of color.
Leonard's mouth hung open.
Riya's eyes widened in pure disbelief.
All eyes turned toward PK.
Henry Law suddenly stood up.
He walked toward PK and bowed—deeply.
"I owe you an apology," Henry said sincerely.
"I misjudged you."
PK stiffened slightly.
The name Law echoed in his mind.
Lana. Luna. Eve.
Understanding dawned.
PK's tone softened—just a fraction.
"There's no need for that," PK said calmly. "Please sit, Sir Henry."
Henry nodded, relieved, then asked carefully,
"If possible… I would like to request this medicine."
PK didn't answer immediately.
He turned his gaze toward Hector Vane and Leonard Crowe instead.
For them—there was no softness.
"No," PK said flatly.
Hector bristled.
Leonard frowned.
PK continued, his voice steady, confident, and unapologetic.
"If you want it," he said,
"try to buy it from Silas."
Both men stiffened.
PK turned to Silas.
"Put it up for bid," PK said calmly.
"Let's see how much this miracle is truly worth to people who believe money can buy everything."
Silas looked at PK for a long moment.
Then—
He smiled.
A sharp, knowing smile.
"This," Silas said slowly,
"just became far more interesting."
The balance of power in the garden had shifted completely.
And everyone present understood one thing clearly now—
PK was no longer someone to threaten.
He was someone to negotiate with.