Dominance of the Forgotten God of War

8. A final reunion

Jakob had been admitted in this hospital for nearly a year now, and every nurse and every doctor had always done their best to cater to Mrs. Rashford's demands.

But today, not a single hospital staff member intervened on their behalf.

Furious at being harassed by a few glorified security guards in suits, Mrs. Rashford poured all her anger on Felicia.

“You really are a useless daughter!” she rebuked with bitterness in her voice. “I swear it’s no use to be the CEO of the city’s third most popular cosmetic brand if you can’t even help your own brother.”

“I am trying my best—”

“I don’t need your excuses!” Mrs. Rashford snapped back at her. “Just call Robert and ask him to deal with this nonsense. I am sure he can handle these idiots better than you.”

Felicia didn’t dare to talk back but immediately dialed Robert’s number. The phone rang for a whole minute, but even after the third try, he didn’t answer.

Disappointed and distraught with herself, Felicia looked up at her mother timidly. “I think it’s best if we come back tomorrow when Robert is here. There is no point wasting our breath on these men.”

Mrs. Rashford wasn’t the type of person to back out of conflicts, but seeing the suited men standing firmly on the stairs made her second-guess her choices. They didn’t look like the type that could be bribed or coaxed into submission.

Feeling intimidated by them, she eventually decided to leave with Felicia but promised they would be back tomorrow to teach those suited snakes a lesson.

The next day, Alex and Dr. Lucy arrived at the hospital together, and as soon as they entered through the front door, they spotted Felicia and Mrs. Rashford conversing with Robert in the lobby.

“I called you three times yesterday, but you didn’t even answer once!” Felicia complained to Robert. “You have no idea what we had to go through.”

Robert remembered he was at a nightclub all evening, getting shitfaced with his friends and partying till the sun came up. He hadn’t even bothered to check his phone till now, but there was no way in hell he could let Felicia know that.

“I was quite busy yesterday, my dove. Getting hold of the Miracle Maker was no easy task, even for my secretary, so I had to step in to negotiate.”

He lied as easily as he breathed, and Felicia readily believed every single word.

Robert took her hand in his and looked into her eyes.

“The Miracle Maker will be arriving today to perform the surgery. Your brother will recover in no time. There is nothing to worry about,” he said reassuringly.

“I am so sorry for being mad at you.” Felicia’s worry lines gradually vanished as she smiled softly. “I am so glad that you are here for me and my family. My husband could never.”

“Everything is going to be fine now. I promise.” Robert kissed her hand and vowed to stay by her side till the surgery was complete.

“Those men gave us a really hard time yesterday,” Felicia whispered, pointing at the suited men standing near the staircase.

“I’ll handle these rats. Don’t worry.”

Robert strutted up the lobby and approached the men in black. “What the hell are you doing here blocking our way?” he asked haughtily. “I am Robert Salasar, the only heir to the Salasar family. I think you know how unwise it is to offend the most powerful B-tier family in the city. My one call can land you all in deep trouble!”

However, despite all his threats, the men in black remained completely unfazed. They continued standing near the staircase, blocking Robert’s path.

Feeling humiliated in front of Felicia and Mrs. Rashford, Robert immediately dialed a number and called his men.

Within two minutes, two bodyguards showed up at the hospital and joined Robert at his side.

“You don’t really want this to get ugly, do you?” Robert thundered, glaring at the suited men. “Get out of our way if you know what’s good for you.”

But instead of moving away, the men spoke into their radios, notifying their supervisor about the situation and assuring him everything was under control.

Infuriated by their insolence, Robert swore he would make them regret this. But just as he was about to make another call, Alex and Dr. Lucy walked up to them.

Seeing the two together made Felicia even angrier. She immediately laid into Alex with her fiery words.

“What the hell took you so long? Don’t you remember it’s your job to donate blood to my brother thrice a week?” she asked exasperatedly.

Alex, however, didn’t bat an eyelid. Without a single word, he pulled out a divorce agreement and handed it to Felicia.

“The divorce papers are ready. Read it if you have to. I’ll wait for your signature,” he said coldly.

Felicia thought Alex was only threatening her to test her resolve, and decided to call out his bluff.

“It’s alright, Alex. You don’t need to be so bothered. My brother is getting the surgery done today, and we will no longer require your blood,” she sneered. “I thought I’d give you another chance to prove your worth, but you still continue to prance around with this woman,” she said, eyeing Dr. Lucy.

Alex ignored her remarks and pulled out a fountain pen from his pocket. Extending it to her, he pressed the issue.

“Don’t waste your breath. I am only here for your signature.”

Infuriated by his words, Felicia snatched the pen from him and hurriedly signed the papers without even reading.

“If that’s how you want to play this game, then here you go. Come on, Alex! It’s your turn now!” she snapped back, returning the papers to him.

Felicia thought Alex was only trying to get on her nerves and manipulate her with bluffs. But instead of apologizing, he grabbed the pen and signed the papers the very next moment, leaving her dumbstruck.