Chapter 4

He swiped it again, but the mechanical female voice just kept repeating,

"Your bank card has been frozen."

"How is this possible?"

Mr. Sterling's eyes widened in shock. The other parents looked at me, grateful.

"Thank you for the warning, otherwise we wouldn't have gotten the money and that jerk would have walked free!"

Mr. Sterling, humiliated, irritably ran his fingers through his hair, then dialed Valerie’s number. A young man's voice answered.

"Dad, aren't you done yet? Mom and I are waiting for you to come back and eat at the new five-star hotel. Are those poor people asking for too much money? Damn it, they're really trying to take advantage!"

"Get your mom on the phone, fast."

Then I heard a familiar voice, a voice that for the past twenty years had said good morning to me every single day.

I clenched my fists, my heart bleeding. I swore to send this and their Asshole child to hell!

Mr. Sterling hung up, his expression still arrogant.

"You'll definitely get the money, just a bit later. Hurry up and sign."

The parents shook their heads firmly.

"We won't sign. We've decided, we want that jerk to pay for what he did!"

The mother wiped her tears, her lips trembling with indignation.

"How can my daughter's life hang in the balance while that jerk casually talks about which hotel to eat at? My daughter is a living, breathing person! Our family isn't rich, but our daughter is our life!"

Every word from the mother struck a chord in my heart. I wanted to ask the same thing: How can this be?

I patted the father's shoulder, stating confidently,

"Don't worry about the costs."

Mr. Sterling scoffed.

"I'm telling you, my lawyer will be here any minute. By then, you won't get a single cent. Your children can just wait to die."

Even the teachers tried to help him.

"I say, don't fight with rich people. While Mr. Sterling hasn't changed his mind, quickly take the money and sign. Do you really believe this man's crazy talk? If there's truly no money for treatment, what good are his words? The child's future will truly be ruined."

The mother trembled with anger.

"I’ve never seen so much blood in my life. I keep wondering if all the blood in her body has drained out. I want that jerk to pay blood for blood!"

As she spoke, I saw the same horrifying scene in my mind. I swallowed my tears, each one like a knife.

Just then, a well-dressed, bespectacled man knocked on the door. Mr. Sterling’s face lit up.

"You must be Mr. Hayes, the Chief Legal Expert of the group."

Mr. Sterling was beaming with pride, glancing at us.

"My lawyer is here. My son won't suffer any consequences, and you won't get a single cent."

The parents clenched their fists, glaring at the newcomer with resentment.

I glanced over, a sarcastic curl on my lips.

"Oh really?"

My people should be arriving soon too.