Chapter 7: One Good Deed a Day

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Huxley Dixon stood in the courtyard, barking orders and cursing as he drove the security guards to search everyone, panic etched across his face. Ramon Hahn did not intervene. He simply offered a quiet reminder: "If someone managed to plant a curse bug on the old man, it had to be someone who cared for him up close. You know how to trace it." Huxley's eyes lit up at the hint. Anyone who could approach Robert Dixon so easily had to be an insider; follow that thread and the person behind it would show. He looked at Ramon with growing respect. "Doctor Hahn, you're on a whole other level," Huxley said sincerely. Ramon gave a slight smile and turned his focus to guiding the adult curse bug, drawing the smaller ones out of Robert's body one by one. The bedsheet soon swarmed with tiny insects, enough to make anyone shudder. When the last curse bug left his body, color returned to Robert's face, and his breathing settled into a calm rhythm. "Water..." Huxley brought a cup of water to Robert's lips, helped him take a few careful sips, then eased him into a sitting position. Still groggy after his brush with death, Robert's mind wasn't fully clear, but he sensed the change around him. He spotted Ramon and, with heartfelt gratitude, said, "Thank you, doctor." Ramon waved it off, his tone steady. "The curse bugs have been purged. He still needs a few days of quiet rest." Robert nodded repeatedly. Surviving such a close call made him cherish life all the more. After a moment's thought, he fixed his gaze on Ramon and spoke with deliberate gravity. "Mr. Hahn, you saved my life. I have a granddaughter abroad. She'll be back before long. Why don't I arrange for her to marry you, to repay your kindness?" Ramon hadn't expected a simple act of help to turn into a marriage proposal. His brows lifted, but his reply was firm. "There's no need. I already have a daughter." Robert had been calculating. Having a man like Ramon in the family would be a godsend. But seeing how resolute Ramon was, he didn't press further. With a sigh, he ordered someone to bring a bank card and a property deed. "Mr. Hahn, the Dixon family will not forget a life saved. There's a million dollars on this card, and this is the deed to a villa in the suburbs. Consider them our thanks." Ramon meant to refuse, but then he thought of Molly Hahn, who'd been on the move with him from place to place. He nodded and accepted. "All right, I'll accept. Thanks." He didn't linger. Huxley personally walked them out, beaming. The old man had woken up; Huxley's stock had gone up, too. How could he not be pleased? At the door, Huxley gave him a genuinely warm smile. "Doctor Hahn, if you ever need anything, you come to me. Consider me your right-hand man." Ramon gave a slight nod, acknowledging the sentiment. Leaving the Dixon residence, Ramon flagged a cab with Molly at his side. Traffic thinned in the suburbs, but a taxi soon pulled over. Ramon gave the driver the address of the new villa and slid into the back seat, drawing Molly close. Only then did Molly loosen up. She asked in a small voice, "Daddy, where are we going?" Ramon looked at his daughter, and something tender stirred in him. "We're going to Dad's place." Molly blinked, hopeful and a little cautious. "Are we going back to Mommy's?" Ramon ruffled her hair and spoke gently. "We're going to Daddy's place. Sound good?" Molly's eyes lit up. She waved her little hands in the air, bubbling with excitement. "Yay! We're going to Daddy's place!" Warmth had just begun to fill the car when there was a sharp bang, and the taxi jolted hard. Ramon reacted in an instant, wrapping Molly in his arms and taking the brunt of the shock. When the cab finally stopped, he lifted Molly out. Before he could take in the scene, a woman's voice cut in, sharp with anger. "Didn't you see my car in front? You just rammed into me?" Giselle Dixon strode over, ready to lay into the driver, but her eyes caught on Molly in Ramon's arms. The little girl, small and shy, peered up at her. Half of Giselle's fury melted away. She stepped closer, glanced at Molly, and softened her tone. "There's a child here. I won't make a fuss. Just be careful when you're driving." With that, she turned and pulled a cute stuffed animal from her car. Molly had been scared, but the moment she saw the stuffed puppy, her eyes sparkled. Giselle tucked it into Molly's arms with a smile. "I brought this back from Hong Kong. I was going to give it to my nephew. Turns out I have a spare, so it's yours." Seeing his daughter so delighted, Ramon felt a quiet relief. Giselle's kindness lent a touch of warmth to a minor mishap. He inclined his head in thanks. And so the moment passed, with gentleness and goodwill lingering in the air. Sometimes a good deed is as simple as a stuffed toy passed from one pair of hands to another. Perhaps that was how certain stories began.

Chapter 7: One Good Deed a Day

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