Arthur's face finally came to life as he read through the system in front of him. Although it wasn't evident, it was at least the only hope he could hold onto. Without realising a small smile curled around his lips as he shifted his attention back to his mother lying motionless on the bed. “Mom, there is still hope…” He threw his arms around her frail body, gripping her even tighter. “Don’t worry… I will definitely do my best to get you back on your feet.” He sobbed uncontrollably, pressing his face against her cold hands. “Mr. Arthur, we are still here. You think just because you say there's hope there's actually hope, listen well and listen good sir.” The head nurse said walking forward with an annoyed look on her face and hands folded. “Your mother is pretty much ‘DEAD’ even if the doctor couldnt tell you honestly, I will, there is nothing you can do but wait until she slowly wethers away, but you won't even be able to enjoy the sight of that.” She signalled to the othe

The corridor became silent. Rage exploded inside Arthur like a physical wave. His hands clenched so hard that his nails dug into his palms. "Marcus bribed you?" Arthur asked quietly. "He paid you to let my mother die?" "I'm sorry!" Vanessa cried. "I needed money! My rent was due, and I thought... I thought it would just be one patient, one time. I didn't think..." "You didn't think?" Dr. Daniel's face was purple with rage. "You accepted a bribe to violate your oath? To endanger a patient's life?" "Please don't fire me." Vanessa pleaded. "I have bills, I have family..." "You should have thought about it before you sold your integrity for a thousand dollars!" Dr. Daniel turned to the security guards who had just arrived. "Get her out of my hospital. You're fired, Nurse Wilson. Immediately. I'll inform the state nursing board. You'll never work in healthcare again." "No! Please!" Vanessa cried. "I'm sorry! I'll never do it again! Please, Director Daniel!" "Security!" Dr. Daniel sh

Arthur stepped out of the taxi, gave some money to the driver, and looked up at the shining building. "So, that is the Royal Life Hotel. Glamorous in its own quiet way," he mused, readjusting his collar and proceeding towards the grand revolving doors. Stepping up to the front desk, where a young receptionist in the crisp white shirt stood busy with the tablet, Arthur felt his presence being noticed the second he had appeared in front of him dressed in his wet rags. "I won't waste my breath," the receptionist said, not looking up from the screen. "If you are here to gawk at the lobby or ask for a handout, you are at the wrong place. Please turn around and go somewhere else before you cause a disturbance among our guests." "Sorry," Arthur said calmly, with absolutely no irritation in his voice. "I'm not here for that. I have a meeting with the general manager." The receptionist finally lifted his head, letting out the mocking laughter. "A meeting with the general manager? Do

As the guards dragged them toward the private elevators, Chloe screamed and struggled wildly, her cries resounding throughout the lobby. “You'll come to regret this! Every last one of you! I'll make sure of it!” Once the two were pushed outside onto the front steps, Chloe panted in frustration, her makeup smudged and smeared, staring back at the grand doors of the building. Then, she turned to Marcus, her voice dripping with anger and hate. “Marcus! Can't you see the way they treated me? How could you not stand up for me!” “Babe, please, it's not like this,” Marcus protested, raising both his hands in front of him defensively. “I... I can't believe this is happening! This has to be some kind of prank, or the boy must have bribed the manager or something. Maybe he has even gotten into her pants with the way she's defending him!” Before Chloe could reply, her phone beeped in her hands. A notification banner appeared—an automated message forwarding the activity log from an email accou

Adrian fought back against the tight grip, his face turning a deep, bright red as the other shoppers began to look at the drama unfolding before them.“Let me go,” he said, still pulling his hand aggressively. “I've heard you, so just let go.”Arthur gave him a short, lazy smirk and then casually let go of his wrist. “That's good. It means we can finally have a proper conversation.”Adrian moved back at once, rubbed his arm, and hurriedly tried to regain as much of his dignity as he could still hold on to.Sasha looked at him with a combination of surprise and gentle curiosity. She had never really expected much from this stranger, whom she had only met today and had so casually drawn into her trouble. Still, he had stopped Adrian from hitting her with remarkable accuracy. What impressed her most was that Arthur didn't have the build of a professional fighter. Although he was thin and unassuming, there was a steady presence about him that made it impossible to intimidate him. She wasn