Chapter 1107:

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With practiced efficiency, Alisha directed the police team in securing the scene. Once the situation was firmly under control, Ashton seized a quiet moment to speak with Bruce alone.

With careful hands, Ashton presented Bruce with the fragments of the Ancient Medical Secrets recovered from Robert’s possession. “Mr. Campbell, these are what I found on Robert,” he explained with satisfaction. “Thankfully, the man was paranoid enough to keep these treasures close. Otherwise, gathering them would have proven quite the challenge.”

Mid-explanation, Ashton suddenly struck his thigh as realization dawned. “Blast it all! I completely forgot that I destroyed our two fragments to provoke Robert!”

He quickly added, “No need for concern, though. My memory serves me well. I’ve committed all contents to memory. Once I retrieve the final fragment from Gustave, the Ancient Medical Secrets will be complete, and I can prepare the Soul Summoning Elixir you require.”

Bruce stood momentarily stunned as he stared at the fragments in Ashton’s outstretched hand. After a beat, he shook his head and gently declined. “Thank you for your kindness, Ashton, but I don’t need it anymore.”

“Why?” Ashton asked, his eyebrows rising in surprise.

“The day I saved Selena, I saw my wife,” Bruce explained, his voice softening. “She told me she only wanted me to live well, to live for both of us, and to witness our daughters’ happiness. Then, she guided me back into my body.”

As Bruce spoke, a tender smile played across his lips, his eyes distant as if revisiting a cherished memory. Now it was Ashton’s turn to be taken aback.

Could it be that Bruce’s swift recovery that day wasn’t due to his ancestral powers awakening, but something entirely different?

Ashton was inclined to believe this was simply Bruce’s mind creating comfort for itself, yet perhaps this perceived closure was exactly what Bruce needed—a sense of peace and fulfillment.

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Bruce broke through Ashton’s contemplation by firmly pushing the fragments toward him.

“I believe these belong with you now. If you can create all those remarkable medicines, perhaps you can transform the world and save countless lives.”

Snapping back to the present, Ashton shook his head decisively. “Since you don’t need them, it’s better if these secrets vanish entirely. They could indeed save many, but they…”

“Would also spark endless conflict and bloodshed. Besides, much of what’s recorded here can already be achieved through modern medicine. These extraordinary formulas come with significant risks. Rather than preserving these unknown dangers, it’s wiser to act as if they never existed.”

A flicker of reluctance crossed Bruce’s face, but he ultimately released a quiet sigh. Silently, he watched as Ashton produced a lighter and set flame to all the fragments of the Ancient Medical Secrets. The precious parchments blackened, crumbled, and dissolved into ashes that spiraled upward into the waiting sky.

A month slipped by in the blink of an eye.

On this particular day, the Baldwin family residence in Tacland was more bustling than ever. The reason? Ashton, the most exceptional talent the Baldwin family had seen in generations, was set to undergo his inheritance trial.

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