The rain pelted down as Harry pedaled his delivery bike through the slick roads, his cheap rain jacket barely keeping him dry. His phone vibrated, reminding him of another order deadline. By the time he braked outside the white mansion, his chest was heaving with exhaustion. He glanced down and found the bright red timer showing 0:03, meaning he was exactly three seconds late in delivering the order. "You're late!" The customer opened his door, stepping out in a grey satin robe and ripping the bag from Harry’s grip. Before he could offer an apology, the man removed the lid of the cup and flipped his wrist, pouring the sticky, iced liquid directly over Harry’s head.“Who the hell wants to drink hot iced tea, you trash!”​The shock made Harry gasp, milk dripping from his hair and soaking into his faded jacket. Damn it, his only decent shirt was also ruined now. For a few seconds, rage flared hot in his chest, his fists clenching tight against the handles of his bike. But the next

Harry ran down the brightly lit corridor toward the hospital’s central payment office. His heart was thumping wildly, feeling the rush of relief and excitement, like a drowning man who had finally been thrown a lifeline. He could finally save his mother! But as he crossed the ICU corridor, he saw two nurses aggressively pushing a hospital bed out into the cold hallway. His mother's fragile, thin body was lying on the stretcher, her face turning pale the longer she spent without an oxygen mask."Stop! What are you doing?!" Harry screamed and ran forward, putting his hands on the bed to stop it from rolling down. "I’m going to pay, I have the money right now! Do not move her out— !"Brenda was the head nurse, who had looked down on Harry from the very first day. She stopped and crossed her arms. “Mr. Kipling! The remaining balance in your registered account is insufficient to continue paying for this ICU room. We're running a medical facility, not a homeless shelter. This space n

Harry slowly raised his head, his face completely calm as he looked directly at the hospital director. "That's me.”The director’s eyes widened in realization, and he understood everything at once. This man hadn't been unable to pay at all: he had already transferred a massive sum of money, yet these heartless nurses had still gone out of their way to mock and humiliate him anyway. The director’s face became terrifyingly dark as he turned his furious gaze directly onto Brenda and Molly."Is this how you treat the families of our patients?!" the director roared, his voice shaking the walls. "Just because you assume someone can't afford treatment, you think you can just throw a dying woman out of the hospital like garbage? This prestigious medical institution has absolutely no need for nurses who don't possess even an ounce of basic human decency! Both of you—pack your things right now. Don't you dare bother coming in to work tomorrow. You are fired!"Molly’s face turned completely whi

Nancy stepped into the store, marching forward in anger. Just a step behind her, was the world-famous chief designer, Zenith Coleman. The snobbish saleswoman spotted the legendary designer and her eyes instantly lit up. She completely ignored Nancy, rushing forward to offer a deep bow. Hoping to score major points with her boss, she quickly pointed a finger at Harry and explained in a whining, self-righteous voice. "Master Zenith, thank goodness you are here! A filthy beggar just wandered into our luxury boutique looking for empty plastic bottles to sell! He's ruining our high-end image, and I was just in the middle of escorting his disgusting self out of the store!" The chief designer looked at Harry's stained jacket, then looked at the saleswoman with a dark glare. "You're being utterly, completely disrespectful!" He boomed, and the dumb saleswoman completely misinterpreted his anger. Thinking that the designer was furious at Harry for daring to touch the luxury clothes, sh

Julia and Derek burst into a mocking laughter, enjoying Harry's humiliation while expecting Nancy to thank them and run away. After all, they were doing this naive girl a huge favour. But on the contrary, her face turned serious. She stepped in front of Harry, “I trust Mr. Kipling completely.” Nancy was going to say more, Harry didn't want to waste another second on them. He gave her a nod, and they walked right past the stunned couple, entering the grand venue. The auction hall was filled with hundreds of velvet seats. Harry and Nancy took their seats in the front-row central VIP area, a section reserved exclusively for the most powerful titans of the nation. “Boss, the event is about to begin. I need to go backstage right now to coordinate with the grand organizers regarding your upcoming keynote speech. Please excuse me for a moment." Harry nodded calmly. "Go ahead." Meanwhile, Julia and Derek had been guided by the ushers to the cheap, lower-tier left rear section of the