Chapter 13: The Miraculous Drug and The hidden Enemies
After that day, Violet went into full action.
By day, she attended her father's company meetings — a tiny girl seated at the far end of the grand conference table, quietly absorbing every word as the adults panicked around her.
By night, she was locked away in the lab, sleeves rolled up, hair tied high, working tirelessly to create what she called the Bone Restoration Pill — a formula capable of healing shattered bones and restoring paralyzed limbs.
Ten days after taking over, she caught the spy.
How did she do it? Through patience and clever bait.
Since the person who stole her father's formula had foolishly sold it directly to the Blossoms without deleting the De'ora records, Violet used that mistake to her advantage.
She ordered her father's men to spread a message throughout the company:
"The De'ora Family will be releasing the process behind the Heart Vein Cure to prove ownership."
It was common knowledge that every De'ora experiment lab had security cameras that recorded each session — automatically stamped with date and time.
But Violet didn't stop there.
She also released a short clip: a faint image of someone's back, entering her father's office late at night.
Only one person in the entire company had permission to enter when her father wasn't present.
And that back was unmistakable.
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At the warehouse, Matthew, who had worked beside Kingsley De'ora for years, froze when he heard about the existence of a time-stamped video.
Panic filled his mind.
If that footage truly existed, his future was over.
Trying to salvage what little control he thought he had left, he rushed to the company headquarters.
"Is Miss Violet in the office?" he asked one of the staff.
"No, sir," the staff replied.
That was all the confirmation he needed.
He hurried straight to Kingsley's office, shut the door, and began searching through the computer files.
There it was — the footage directory.
The evidence.
With shaking hands, he deleted it all, one by one, until the screen showed empty.
A smug smile crept across his face as he leaned back in the chair.
"Still just a nine-year-old after all, thinking she can catch me" he muttered under his breath.
"Aah, too naïve to play this kind of game."
What Matthew didn't know was that Violet had predicted this exact move — and hidden a second recording device inside the office, capturing everything in crystal clarity.
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The next morning, the police arrived at De'ora Pharmaceuticals.
Matthew was taken aback, but he stood tall as they approached him.
"There must be some mistake! I've been loyal to the De'ora family for years! How can a child—a nine-year-old—accuse me of treachery?"
His voice echoed through the hallways, and the employees murmured in agreement.
Even the board members looked hesitant.
Could they allow a child really accuse a man who has been there for years— a trusted assistant — without proof?
Then Violet stepped forward, small but steady, holding a tablet.
The screen flickered to life, and the footage played — showing Matthew sneaking into Kingsley's office, deleting the files, his own voice dripping with arrogance as he mocked her age.
The entire room fell silent.
Matthew's face drained of color.
His protests died in his throat.
"Please... I was forced!" he finally cried, falling to his knees.
"I've been with your father all this years"
"The Blossoms threatened me, I had no choice! Please, forgive me, Miss Violet!"
But Violet's expression didn't waver.
Her eyes were calm, cold — far too old for her age.
"You made your choice, now I will make mine,"
"Take him away"she said softly.
The police led him away.
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The next board meeting was different.
The same directors who had once whispered doubts now looked at Violet with quiet awe and a trace of respect.
She was still a child, yes — but was able to catch the spy, within a few days of her taking over.
Her competence was undeniable.
And from that day forward, she was officially recognized by the De'ora board as someone worthy of respect — a young heir in all but name.
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When Kingsley later heard that Matthew had been the spy, his fury was indescribable.
The betrayal hit him hard, but pride soon followed.
His little girl had done what most adults couldn't do in a short time.
Still, when he saw her tired face — her dark circles and trembling hands — he realized with a pang that she was still just a child carrying too much weight.
"She's not okay, Lily, she's too young for this huge responsibility," he whispered one evening, as Violet fell asleep over her paperwork.
That was when Kingsley decided to return to the company.
He wasn't fully healed, but he couldn't watch her destroy herself for his sake.
When Violet heard his decision, she looked up, worried.
"No Dad,You're still not okay," she said softly.
Kingsley chuckled weakly and patted her head.
"I'll be fine, my little boss.
You've already done more than enough.
Let Dad take care of the rest."
"Fine "she whispered.
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With her father returning to handle the corporate side, Violet turned her full focus back to the lab.
And after a month of grueling research, endless failures, her efforts finally bore fruit.
A soft, lotus-like fragrance filled the room. The pill glowed faintly under the moonlight.
She smiled, exhaustion written across her face.
The Bone Restoration Pill was finally complete.
After a month of sleepless nights and countless tests, Violet finally completed the pill.
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When she showed it to her parents, Kingsley and Lily stared at the small, glowing medicine in disbelief.
"This… this is the drug you've been working on all month?" Kingsley asked, his voice trembling.
"Yes, Daddy," Violet said proudly.
"It's called the Bone Restoration Pill.
It can repair even paralyzed bones and bring them back to life."
Her parents were stunned.
"How did you", asked Lily softly.
"It's a secret mom", answered Violet.
Still, Kingsley was a businessman — he knew the world wouldn't accept secret and words alone.
He immediately reached out to Migan City Hospital, hoping to find a suitable patient for clinical testing.
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The first family they approached refused outright, calling Kingsley insane for trying to test an unapproved drug on their child.
But the hospital's director — a long-time friend of Kingsley — finally took him to another ward.
There lay a teenage boy who had been in a terrible accident three days ago.
His entire body was paralyzed, his bones shattered, his chances of survival slim.
Only his head could move.
The director frowned.
"Kingsley, I can't let you test this without the parents' consent."
So, the boy's family was called in.
At first, they hesitated — but when they realized there was nothing left to lose, they agreed.
"If it works, he lives.
If it fails… at least we tried," the father said softly.
To avoid any legal backlash, Kingsley informed the Health Department of Migan Empire and obtained temporary approval for medical testing.
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On the chosen day, the hospital was filled with tension.
Government officials, medical directors, and De'ora scientists all gathered around the boy's bed.
The pill was administered.
At first, nothing happened.
Minutes passed, then an hour.
Kingsley's shoulders slumped.
Violet who came along, standing quietly in the corner, began to lose hope.
Even the optimistic Vira, began to lose hope
"Host, why isn't it working, did you make a mistake " she couldn't help but ask.
"No Vira, I don't know what wrong, it should have worked by now", Violet answered back softly, feeling anxious.
Then—
"AAAHHH, PAIN!"
The boy screamed so loudly that everyone froze.
"How can he be in pain?!" one doctor gasped.
"He isn't supposed to even feel his body!"
Panic spread, but Violet's eyes widened. "It's working," she whispered.
The hospital staff rushed to scan the boy's body — and what they saw on the screen left them speechless.
His arm bones, once shattered and twisted, had realigned perfectly, as if freshly rebuilt.
When they saw this, they administered anesthesia to ease his agony and told him to try lifting the hands.
And slowly… he did.
The entire room went silent.
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Violet soon realized what the pill was doing inside his body.
The One-Thousand-Year Giseang in the pill was purging the toxins from his system, which caused the one hour delay.
The Fiery Sun-Fire Blossoms purified his blood, repairing damaged cells but burning through every nerve — the source of the unbearable pain.
And the Crimson Vein Ferns were forcibly reconstructing his bones one by one, adding more pains.
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The next day, his spine healed.
By the third, his ribs re-formed.
By the fifth, his legs twitched.
And on the seventh day, he moved every limb on his own.
Throughout the process, they had to administer constant doses of anesthesia — but instead of harming him, the fiery blossoms neutralized the excess, allowing his body to heal safely.
By the end of the week, the boy wasn't just alive — he was whole again.
When the boy's parents saw him move his fingers for the first time in years, they fell to their knees, sobbing in gratitude.
"It hurts,mom" their son said through tears, "but it's worth it,if I can move again."
Everyone in the room knew it —they knew this was a miracle.
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The government immediately approved the Bone Restoration Pill for distribution, calling it "The Miracle Pill", allowing the De'ora family to patent it under their name and price it freely.
News spread like wildfire, about the miraculous drug.
Within days, the De'ora name — once mocked to be over and dismissed — became the talk of the empire.
Kingsley, though exhausted, could hardly contain his joy.
He returned home that night, pulled his wife and daughter who returned early into a hug, and whispered, "My lucky star.
You really saved us."
Violet blushed.
"Daddy, stop squeezing me.
I can't breathe."
Lily laughed through tears, watching the two most important people in her life finally smile again.
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When the announcement went public, chaos erupted.
Families with paralyzed people at home,checked in for months at the De'ora pharmacies across Migan, desperate to buy the miracle drug.
The family who had refused the trial wept bitterly when they realized their own son could have been the one saved, and now they couldn't afford the drugs.
Even the stock market bowed to the success of the drug.
De'ora Pharmaceuticals' shares skyrocketed overnight, restoring their place among the top powers of Migan.
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But far away, outside Migan, inside the grand estate of the Blossoms family — the world second most powerful family— the mood was anything but cheerful.
A tall man in a dark, tailored suit stood behind his desk, fury burning in his eyes.
As he listened to the report of De'ora's miraculous recovery, he swept everything off his table with one sharp motion, glass shattering against the marble floor.
"The De'oras…" he muttered darkly.
"So you still had something hidden up your sleeve, huh? Don't get too proud.
This isn't over yet, I promise."
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The Bone Restoration Pill was an overnight sensation—an absolute luxury miracle only the wealthy could afford.
In just a few weeks, the De'ora name that had been dragged through the mud was shining brighter than ever.
And so, the world moved on.
The bone restoration pill will remain in the market's golden treasure for years to come, unmatched and irreplaceable.
But that's a story for another time.
But as for now, rumors began to swirl across the empire:
the genius behind the Bone Restoration Pill wasn't Kingsley De'ora, but his nine-year-old daughter—Violet De'ora.
She was the one who caught the spy,
who stopped the collapse of the De'ora Company,
and who quietly bought back their falling stocks from the market—restoring her family's power with her own hands, making her family own more than half and a quarter of the company shares.
Some people didn't believe it.
They thought Kingsley did all the things the rumors claimed.
They thought Kingsley had fabricated the tale to glorify his daughter.
But others… they believed every word.
Among the upper circles of Migan, Violet became the example whispered in every banquet hall and parlor.
Parents compared their children to her. Tutors used her name as a standard for brilliance.
> "If it were our children," they'd say, "our families would have gone bankrupt long before they lifted a single finger", then end it with a long sigh.
In a world where reputation was everything, Violet De'ora's name was now carved into the marble halls of the elite.
She had unknowingly created a place for herself among the empire's inner circle.
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But for Violet,none of this fame mattered.
Her current life revolved around textbooks, research papers, lab assessment, and the stern lectures of her ever-persistent tutor, Miss Nela Levaton.
Nela was still determined to shape Violet into the perfect candidate for the Imperial High School entrance exams —coming up three years from now.
For Violet, the challenge ahead wasn't glory.
It was balance—between her identity as Mira, her mission as Violet, the revenge and the looming destiny she can't escape but must face.
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Meanwhile, far away, Julia Crescent (Clara) was living a different dream.
When she first heard that the De'ora family was collapsing, she had been thrilled, she felt elated, happy, proud.
She hadn't even lifted a finger, yet her enemy was falling apart.
> "So easy," she'd giggled to herself.
"It's only a matter of time before they're done for good, and I didn't have to do nothing."
But her joy didn't last.
A month later, she saw the headlines about the Bone Restoration Pill, the De'ora's taking it's place back, her entire mood soured.
She threw her tablet across the room, her little hands trembling with rage.
What made her mood worsen was when she heard that the drug was created by Violet , and about her growing fame ,from her still hypnotized parents.
> "No... that can't be true", she said, not believing it.
"That—that girl did this?!, that can't be."
Almost giving herself a mini heart attack.
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At nine years old, Julia Crescent was already a child star with half a million followers.
Her face graced billboards and magazine covers.
Her fans adored her.
Yet none of it mattered.
Among the upper echelons—the circle that truly ruled Migan, the one whose support really mattered—no one cared about fame.
They cared about power, intelligence, and lineage.
And now Violet had all three.
Julia felt suffocated.
Enraged.
Forgotten.
Even the whispers she overheard at home, from her parents, drove her mad.
> "Did you hear? That De'ora girl—She created that miraculous drug ."
"She is a real genius,a prodigy ".
They'd say
Her nails dug into her palms until they bled.
> "No," . "All this noise should be mine, not Violet, and I will make sure of it."
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From that moment, Julia threw herself into her work with a frightening determination.
Under the guidance—and the control she has—of Christopher Delavin, she took on harder, riskier roles, important ones,sharpening both her acting and her manipulation skills.
Her fame grew.
Her following expanded.
But her envy grew faster.
And as she watched Violet's shadow stretch across the empire, Julia made herself a silent vow:
> " Soon, when we meet at Imperial High School… I'll destroy her with my own hands, I'll make sure of it."