Daily Life of a Transmigrating Villain

"S-sorry?" Suddenly hearing Damien refer to a paternity test, the doctor was slightly surprised, considering that it might be related to Damien\'s illegitimate child or something. After all, it was no secret that Damien Raphael had a somewhat bad and unreliable reputation.

"I would hope you keep it a secret, doctor," Damien moved forward toward the particular individual who was next in line to deal with. Having finally finished dealing with the Raphael family and making them busy for a few days, he sought to sort out matters with the Blakes.

Specifically, now that Emilia Blake was most likely under his favor, another anomaly that needed to be addressed in her business had to be handled.

"I understand, but we will need blood samples, sir," the doctor nodded before informing him about the need to collect blood samples from both the parent and the child to conduct the paternity test. Damien, without answering, moved toward the ICU at the end of the corridor on the ground floor before entering.

"D-Damien? Are you okay?" Emilia sat at a table close to the bed where her mother lay, holding one of her mother\'s hands with both of her own. As she wiped away the tears that threatened to fall at the sight of her mother\'s condition, she noticed Damien walking into the room.

"Yes, how is she?" Damien inquired, glancing at Emilia while taking a peek at the woman who lay on the bed, a grin forming on his face, given how this woman was much more stubborn than he had anticipated to even survive all this and was now trapped in the consequences she would need to face in the future.

Naturally, Damien had initially decided to just kill this woman but then changed his mind to give her another chance, where she needed to survive by her will. But now that she had survived, he needed to tame her, to make her do things the way he wanted. At this moment, he had exactly the particular tool he could use against this woman.

"They said she is in a coma," Emilia clenched her hand and turned her gaze downward, not caring about the smile she had noticed on his face, considering she had already identified him as a devil.

"I see..." Damien nodded before glancing at the woman, who appeared wrinkled and old even for her age. He then turned his attention back to Emilia, stretched out his hand, and placed it on her shoulder, adding, "The doctor said he needs to take your and aunt\'s blood samples for some tests. Will that be fine?"

\'!?\'

\'Huh? Is she the one to have a test?\' Standing behind Damien, the doctor understood that the paternity test he needed to perform was on these two women, who were mother and daughter, according to the previous information provided by Damien.

"....fine," Emilia only nodded before lifting her gaze to look at Damien. She stretched her hand and pulled him into a hug, emotionally cornered and feeling the pain of seeing her mother in that state.

"Emilia, will you believe me if I say I can heal your mother?" Damien inquired as he slowly rested his hand on her head, lightly caressing her hair while her head was against his abdomen, her hands wrapped around his waist.

"Nhhm..." Emilia, hearing his words, wanted to shake her head in denial, but somehow she wanted to trust this man, prompting her to nod while not saying anything, her mouth shut as she struggled to control her tears since she knew Damien was just trying to console her.

"Fine, doctor, prepare to take blood samples of Emilia and her mother while also bringing several silver needles for me," Damien turned his head toward the doctor and ordered, making the doctor slightly taken aback as he glanced at the woman who was in a coma.

He thought about how he should convince Damien not to try some unproven medical technique on her, given it could be fatal, but instead, he remained silent.

The doctor only nodded before turning, as his priority was not these two women but Damien himself, so whatever he ordered would be followed, even if, due to some medical errors, something happened to these women.

After all, this is how the world worked, where one needed to sacrifice something in the hope of climbing the hierarchy.

As the doctor slowly left the room, Damien looked down at Emilia, who was hugging him, before turning his eyes toward the woman in the coma with an oxygen mask on her face, a smile forming on his face as he inwardly commanded, \'Show me her status window.\'

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Name: Visana

Age: 32

Strength: 8 (10 for an average human adult)

Agility: 7 (30 for a professional athlete)

Vitality: 3 (10 for a healthy human)

Charm: 32/100 (Degraded due to ingestion of poisonous herbs and drugs)

Luck: 43/100 (average human luck)

Measurements:

Height: 173 cm (5\'7")

Weight: 60 kg (132 lbs)

Breast: 100 cm (40 in)

Waist: 64 cm (25 in)

Hips: 102 cm (40 in)

Skin Tone: Creamy, fair skin with a seductive sheen, soft to the touch

Bust-Waist-Hip Ratio: 100-64-102 cm (40-25-40 in)

Cup Size: Full DD, bordering on E, with a generous, rounded shape

Hair: Thick, silky black hair with a glossy shine, cascading style that reaches her hips.

Eyes: Smoky, almond-shaped eyes with a deep, tantalizing brown hue, exuding an irresistible, sultry gaze.

Lips: Plush, voluptuous lips with a seductive curve, naturally full and inviting, with a soft, moist sheen.

About: Very ambitious woman, stubborn, and shrewd.

Favorability level: 10/100 (stranger)

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\'What a mess,\' Damien thought, looking at the unconscious woman. As he glanced at her name and age, which revealed all her secrets, he realized it was time to yet again clean up another issue that he would have originally ignored, considering it was about a side character—Emilia Blake.

But now, he needed to address this issue regarding this woman who claimed to be Emilia\'s mother, whose official name was Aisana Blake, not Visana Blake.