A Second Life, A New Power novel Chapter 190

"That's right," Felix said, his tone steady yet earnest. "Dr. Simon may have his doubts, but Demi has cured me. We can't judge her by normal standards. If she says Mr. West Senior can come home, then let him. He's miserable in that hospital anyway."

Simon Finnegan, mind you, was Seamus' grandfather. At 134, the venerable doctor no longer had the energy to make house calls and spent most of his days in a near-comatose state. He was once hailed as the finest practitioner of traditional medicine in Cartro—and now he was the oldest man alive.

The six West siblings exchanged uneasy glances before Carson finally broke the silence. "We talked yesterday. Since Dad wants to leave the hospital, we should respect his wishes. But we want Demi and Dr. Finnegan to stick around, at least until Dad is fully on his feet. That way, if anything happens, help is right there."

Felix shook his head reflexively. "That's just not gonna happen. Demi has school and her own career. She can't be by Mr. West Senior's side 24/7."

Benson piped in confidently, "We've thought it over. Academically, we can hire her a tutor—someone far better than what her school provides.

"When she applies to college, we'll make sure she gets in. And for her acting career, we're prepared to cover any medical expenses. Once Dad recovers, we'll even help boost her career further. None of that should be a problem."

Wilson leaned forward, his eyes pleading. "Felix, you're the one who gets these young folks. Can you talk to her about it?"

Wilson knew all too well that he and his siblings had already upset Demi, and given their temperaments, if they went to negotiate, things would definitely fall apart.

"This... won't be easy," Felix said, his expression troubled.

Even though he hadn't known Demi for long, he just knew there was no way she would agree to these terms. He had already mentioned it before—Demi couldn't be measured by ordinary standards.

"Felix, we're counting on you," Millie said, looking at him with a pleading expression.

After lunch, Demi decided to walk the campus with him instead of returning to class. Although the homeroom teachers had already given them a quick rundown of the school's layout when they first arrived, she wanted to see everything for herself.

Less than ten minutes before class was about to start, Demi returned to her classroom. The moment she stepped through the door, her eyes narrowed in disbelief. Her desk was a disaster.

Her books were missing, replaced by a scattered pile of sunflower seed shells and other trash. Someone had even knocked over a can of soda onto her chair.

Glancing toward the back of the room, she found her books and pencil case dumped in the trash bin—splotched with spilled drink.

A cold fury gripped her. Earlier, she'd been more worried about her brother getting bullied. Now, it was clear that she was the one being targeted first.