Harry arrived within ten short minutes of Ginny's frantic call, stepping straight into the luxury VVIP ward with a strange, icy calm that immediately seemed to unsettle the whole room far more than any amount of loud shouting could have ever done. His long, steady strides carried him past the doorway, his dark green eyes sweeping over the arrogant faces standing around his mother's bed with an unshakable, dangerous stillness. ​Ginny immediately stepped forward to his side, her voice low and shaking as she quickly told him what all had happened in the last twenty minutes—how Rosalie and Kevin had barged in screaming, demanding his sick mother be thrown out onto the street, and how Julia and Derek were claiming Harry was just a penniless fraud using her stolen money. ​Manager Gong, holding his digital tablet tightly against his suit jacket, adjusted his wire-rimmed glasses and cleared his throat. He looked at Harry with an apologetic, respectful expression, trying his absolute best to

Peter Dunce spent an extra twenty minutes in front of his mirror, dressing up in his absolute most expensive suit, slicking back his hair with gel, and spraying a bit too much cologne. After all, he had to impress the gorgeous Julia Sterling today.​He had met her through a mutual friend at a high-end lounge some months ago. While foolishly trying to impress her under the heavy influence of alcohol, Peter had accidentally lied and said that he was a prominent trustee of the hospital board! But the cold truth was that he was just a regular floor manager overseeing the top five floors. At the time, he thought he would never see her again, so the lie didn't seem to matter.​But when she called him out of the blue this morning asking for a massive favor, Peter felt like his lucky stars were finally shining brightly! If she was personally coming to him for help, and if he used his internal hospital contacts the right way to kick out whatever unwanted patient she wanted gone, she would feel

The Sterlings all burst into loud, obnoxious laughter right in the middle of the hallway.​"Oh no! I'm so scared! What are we going to do?!" Kevin mocked dramatically, clutching his chest while pretending to shake with fake fear. "Who is he even texting for help?! The hospital janitor?! That's probably his only emergency contact in his whole phone!"​"The janitor would rush to help him because they're both pathetic losers!" Derek chimed in with a nasty sneer, rolling his eyes. "Actually, even the janitor works an honest job, so he's better than Harry! This loser probably had to grovel on his knees to the janitor just to get a mop!"​"Look at him standing there like a stray dog who has lost his tongue!" Rosalie sneered, stepping closer and waving her hand in front of Harry's face as if trying to shoo away an animal. "A filthy gutter rat that we brought into our clean home, fed with our own money, and now he thinks he can bark back at us!""Honestly, Mom, even a stray dog shows some gra

Peter was completely silent, as if his tongue had been tied down with a heavy weight. He didn't even dare to look up or down, just keeping his frozen gaze locked at a random point on the wall, right behind Harry's shoulder.​If he looked up, he would meet David Arlo's cold, furious eyes, and the terrifying consequences of his arrogance would come pouring down on his head. If he looked down, it would instantly confirm his guilt, and the vicious consequences would come crashing in from the side of Julia Sterling—the woman he so desperately wanted to impress and win over today. At a moment like this, he couldn't afford either of those nightmare scenarios.​Meanwhile, David smiled calmly, holding the silver-lettered card between his fingers, and said, "Well, okay! If you won't say anything to clear the air, Mr. Dunce, then maybe someone else in this hallway will."​Saying this, David casually gestured with his hand toward a young ward boy who was walking by, carefully making a written li

David raised a sharp eyebrow, looking at Rosalie with a cold, amused expression. "Oh, really? What truth?"​"He!" Rosalie spat, pointing her finger right at Harry's calm face as if he were a disease. "He is a total beggar! He is a man who accumulated every single one of his connections on the sole basis of being our son-in-law! And now, somehow, he has hooked up with several wealthy sugar mommies, cheating on my sweet daughter openly and getting a divorce after squeezing every single benefit out of my poor family!"​Julia nodded rapidly beside her mother, wiping away fake, delicate tears. "It's true, Mr. Arlo! My poor heart was completely broken into pieces, and I was just trying to punish him for what he did to me! But look! Even here in this hospital, he is trying to lie right to your face and turn you completely against us! Tell me, Mr. Arlo... would you really believe two noble, high-society ladies from the prestigious Sterling family, or the greedy words of a fraudster?!"​Rosali