Ch.59 : Miracle for Violet's Grandmother

On his way to Violet's house, Nic took out his phone and sent her a quick message, letting her know he'd be coming over. It didn't take long for Violet to respond—her reply was filled with excitement, telling him to come as soon as possible.

When Nic arrived at Violet's place, she welcomed him with a warm smile and a brief hug. She looked happier than usual, but there was a hint of anxiety behind her eyes that she couldn't completely hide. Without wasting any time, she led Nic to her grandmother's room.

Inside, the room smelled faintly of fresh flowers. An elderly woman lay in bed, her body frail, her skin pale, and her eyes barely open. Violet sat by the bedside and softly explained the situation.

"The doctor said there's nothing more they can do. Her muscles are stiff, and she can hardly move. Forcing it would only cause her more pain…" Her voice trembled slightly.

Nic looked at Violet's grandmother with deep sympathy. But before he could say anything, the old woman's eyelids fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze landed directly on Nic. She tried to sit up, but Violet quickly stopped her.

"Grandma, no! That'll hurt you!"

Despite the pain, Violet's grandmother smiled. Her lips trembled as she spoke, her voice weak and shaky. "You must be Nic… I've heard so much about you from Violet. About how she went back to school… about the hospital bills you helped with… She always smiles when she talks about you."

Nic smiled and nodded. "I'm glad to hear that, Grandma. I'm just doing what I can—as someone close to Violet."

Tears welled up in the old woman's eyes. "Thank you… But I think my time is almost up. This body hurts so much… I feel like I can't bear it any longer…"

A tear slipped down her cheek. Nic glanced to the side and saw Violet lowering her head, her hand covering her mouth, clearly holding back tears. Seeing her like that, Nic clenched his fists, then gently reached for her shoulder and pulled her into a hug.

"Wait here, Violet. I know a place that has a cure—a real one. Trust me, your grandma will be okay!"

Violet looked up at him, her eyes full of hope and doubt. "Can that really be true, Nic? Even the doctors don't have anything…"

Nic cupped her cheeks and stared into her eyes. "Trust me, okay?"

She hesitated, then slowly nodded.

Without another word, Nic rushed out of the house, saying he was going to the pharmacy. In truth, he went straight back to his own home and searched for a special medical box. After rummaging for several minutes, he found a small bottle of capsules inside.

Sitting down on his bedroom floor, he took a deep breath and activated two of his god skills: God of Health ( Doctor ) and God of Concoction ( Scientist ). His eyes began to glow, and his hand tightened around the bottle.

In his mind, he whispered, "Transform these capsules into the most powerful muscle-recovery medicine. Restore her health completely."

A burst of light exploded in his hand, enveloping the bottle. When the glow faded, the capsules inside had changed—they were now shimmering gold.

Wasting no time, Nic sprinted back to Violet's house. Breathing heavily, he burst into her grandma's room.

"I found it! This medicine will heal her!" he declared with absolute confidence.

Violet's grandma smiled softly. "Thank you, dear… But I know you're only trying to give me hope… to hold on a little longer."

Nic gripped her hand tightly. "That's not it, Grandma. I don't want Violet to lose the one person she loves the most. I don't want anyone to fall into despair. And I don't want you to keep suffering. Please… just trust me. For Violet's sake, and yours."

Tears spilled down the old woman's cheeks again. With a faint sob, she nodded. "Alright… I trust you."

Violet, also in tears beside her, wiped her eyes and said, "But… she can't swallow capsules."

Nic didn't hesitate. He crushed one of the capsules into powder and mixed it with water. Together, he and Violet helped her grandma sip it slowly.

Then, something incredible happened.

A cool sensation spread through her grandmother's body—like a withered tree being revived by a refreshing rain. Slowly, her stiff muscles began to relax. Her fingers twitched, her hands lifted, and then…

She sat up on her own.

"Violet… is this real? Am I really moving again?" Her voice trembled in disbelief.

Violet gasped, her hands covering her mouth. "Grandma… you're moving!" she cried and rushed into her grandmother's arms.

Tears streamed down both of their faces as they embraced—something they hadn't been able to do in so long. "It doesn't hurt anymore! I feel… like I'm dreaming,".

Violet turned to Nic, eyes still wet. "There won't be any side effects, right?"

Nic smiled and nodded. "None. It's safe. And here—" he handed her the rest of the bottle, "keep the rest. Just in case."

Violet's grandmother stared at Nic, overwhelmed with gratitude. Then, without warning, she knelt at his feet and grabbed his legs.

"You've given hope to someone who was about to give up on life… How can I ever repay this?"

Nic quickly knelt beside her and gently helped her back into bed. "Please don't say that, Grandma. It's my duty. What matters is that you and Violet can live happily now—without worry."

The warmth in the room filled Nic's heart. He smiled.

"How about we all eat together now? I'll cook!"

Both Violet and her grandmother smiled brightly.

They sat down at the dining table and enjoyed a meal together, the air filled with happiness and relief. Violet's grandmother kept smiling, constantly stealing glances at her granddaughter's bright face.

During the meal, she looked deeply at Violet, as if trying to etch her face into memory. When Violet stood to get something from the kitchen, the old woman sighed and turned to Nic.

"Thank you, Nic…" she said quietly, her voice trembling with emotion.

Nic paused mid-bite and looked at her.

"Since Violet met you, she's changed a lot. She used to be so lonely and broken… Losing both her parents in that accident nearly destroyed her. I hadn't seen her smile like this in years," she continued, tears glistening in her eyes.

Nic smiled gently, glancing down at his plate. "Now she has a new family. I'll make sure she never feels alone again."

The old woman smiled back with peace in her eyes. "You're a good boy, Nic…"

Just then, Violet returned with a warm cup of tea for her grandma. Seeing the two of them sitting and talking made her feel at ease.

After finishing their meal, Violet's grandmother asked to rest in her room, leaving Nic and Violet alone in the living room.

Nic leaned back against the couch and grinned playfully. "Well, now it's your turn. Time for our date."

Violet smiled softly and shook her head. "No need…"

"Huh? Why not?" Nic frowned.

Violet lowered her gaze, then slowly reached for his hand, gently intertwining her fingers with his. "To me, this was more than enough. This was… the best moment I've ever had. So to me, this already counts as a date."

Nic paused, stunned for a moment, then reached out to Zeta in his thoughts. "Zeta, does this count as a date?"

Zeta responded in her usual flat tone: [Yes. If your partner believes it's a date and feels happy, it qualifies as one.]

Hearing that, Nic chuckled. "Alright, then if you say this was a date… let's make the most of it."

They spent the rest of the afternoon together at Violet's home—laughing, talking, even playing games. The emotional start of the day slowly turned into one full of fun and joy.

As the sun began to set, they sat side by side against the front wall of Violet's house, enjoying the gentle breeze of the early evening.

Violet looked up at the sky, eyes sparkling. She mumbled shyly, "Our first meeting was pretty terrible, wasn't it?"

Nic smirked. "Lucky for you I'm a nice guy, or I would've turned you over to the cops that day."

Violet giggled softly. "If I'd met you sooner, maybe I wouldn't have turned out so messed up."

They laughed together, reminiscing about their chaotic first encounter. Then Nic suddenly remembered another appointment.

"I should get going. It's getting late, and I've got something else to take care of," he said, standing up.

Violet nodded, though her eyes showed a bit of reluctance. "Be careful, okay?"

Nic smiled and gently patted her head before heading out. He made a quick stop at home to pick up his crow—then started walking toward Mira's house.

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Meanwhile, at Mira's house...

A young man with short hair stood by the window, clearly impatient. His arms were crossed, and he pouted in frustration.

"He's lying. That guy's not coming," he muttered.

Mira, seated by the table, calmly wrote something on a small piece of paper and handed it to the boy.

"Nic doesn't lie."

The boy, Willy, scoffed. "Why do you trust him so much? I've been with you since we were kids, and sometimes you don't even trust me!"

Mira calmly scribbled another note.

"Because you lied to me once."

Willy went quiet for a moment, then clicked his tongue. "That was ages ago! And it was just a small lie!"

Before their argument could go further, footsteps echoed from outside.

As the warm light of the setting sun fell across the doorway, a figure appeared at the entrance.

Nic stood there, staring straight at Willy with a sharp, unreadable gaze that silenced the entire room.

To be continued…