From Broken Husband to Three Sisters’ Zillionaire Heir

Chapter Seven

Charles stood frozen in the corridor, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly as his brain struggled to process what he was witnessing. His face had drained of all color, leaving him looking like a marble statue of confusion and terror.

"Chairman Williams?" Charles's voice came out as barely a whisper, trembling with disbelief. "You... you know these people?"

Chairman Williams bowed his head respectfully toward Aria, completely ignoring Charles's question. "Miss Coleman, I had no idea you were visiting our facility today. Had I known, I would have ensured you received our finest accommodations."

Aria's smile was sharp as a blade, beautiful and deadly in equal measure. "Oh, I'm not here for medical care, Chairman Williams. I'm here because your staff has been treating the grandmother of the Coleman family heir with shocking disrespect."

The chairman's face went ashen. "The Coleman family heir?"

"My brother," Aria said simply, gesturing toward Pervis.

Charles let out a strangled laugh that sounded more like a sob. "That's impossible! He's just... he's Anna Morrison's husband! He's nobody!"

"He's the rightful heir to the Coleman fortune," Aria continued coldly, her gaze sweeping over the trembling nurses. "And your hospital staff just attempted to throw his elderly grandmother onto the street without proper medical clearance."

Chairman Williams's hands began to shake visibly. "Miss Coleman, I assure you this must be some terrible misunderstanding—"

"Is it?" Aria interrupted. "Because what I witnessed was three of your nurses manhandling an elderly patient while mocking her grandson for his financial situation. They informed us that Anna Morrison's orders took precedence over basic human decency."

"Please, there must be some explanation!" The chairman's voice cracked with desperation.

The lead nurse, her earlier arrogance completely evaporated, dropped to her knees on the hospital floor. "Miss Coleman, please! We didn't know! We were just following Mrs. Morrison's orders!"

"Following orders?" Aria repeated with mock surprise. "How interesting. And tell me, nurse, do Mrs. Morrison's orders supersede the Coleman family's authority?"

"No! No, of course not!" the nurse sobbed. "We made a terrible mistake!"

Charles collapsed to his knees beside the nurses, his expensive suit wrinkling against the cold floor. "Pervis, please! You have to understand—I never knew who you really were! All those times I... all those things I said..."

His voice broke completely as memories of his past cruelty flooded back. Every snide comment, every dismissive look, every time he'd treated Pervis like Anna's disposable plaything.

"Forgive me!" Charles pleaded, tears streaming down his face. "I was blind! I was foolish! Please, I'll do anything to make this right!"

Pervis looked down at the man who had tormented him for years, his expression completely emotionless. "Anything?"

"Yes! Anything!" Charles promised desperately.

"Stand up," Pervis said quietly.

Charles scrambled to his feet, hope flickering in his eyes. "Thank you! Thank you for your mercy!"

But Pervis simply turned away, his voice flat and cold. "I have nothing to say to you."

The dismissal hit Charles harder than any physical blow. He swayed on his feet, the finality in Pervis's tone crushing whatever hope he'd been clinging to.

Aria turned her attention to Chairman Williams, her voice dropping to a temperature that could freeze blood.

"Chairman Williams, how exactly do you plan to resolve this situation?"

The chairman's adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. "I... I will immediately terminate the employment of everyone involved in this incident. They will be banned from working in any medical facility under our network."

Aria tilted her head thoughtfully. "Fired? That's your solution?"

"Yes! Yes, completely fired!" the chairman said eagerly. "No severance, no references, nothing!"

Aria's laugh was like silver bells ringing at a funeral. "How... insufficient."

Everyone in the corridor trembled at her tone. The chairman's eyes widened as he realized his offer wasn't nearly enough.

"What more can I do?" he asked frantically. "Please, tell me what would satisfy the Coleman family!"

"Well," Aria said slowly, "you could start by resigning from your position and transferring all your hospital shares to the Coleman family as an apology for this inexcusable treatment."

"My shares?" the chairman gasped. "But that's... that's my entire life's work!"

"Your life's work allowed this to happen," Aria replied icily. "Consider it a learning experience."

Chairman Williams looked around desperately, but found no sympathy in anyone's eyes. His shoulders sagged in defeat.

"If... if that's what it takes to make amends..."

Aria turned to Pervis with a gentle expression that contrasted sharply with the coldness she'd shown everyone else.

"Are you satisfied with this resolution, brother?"

Pervis looked at the kneeling nurses, at Charles's tear-stained face, at the chairman's obvious despair. His voice was calm but carried an edge of steel.

"I don't want to see any of these people in this city ever again."

"You heard him," Aria said to the room at large. "But simply leaving isn't quite enough, is it? These people have demonstrated a complete lack of professional ethics. Doctors and nurses who abandon their oaths..."

She paused thoughtfully, tapping one manicured finger against her lips.

"I think military service would be educational for them. The front lines need medical personnel, after all."

The three nurses began sobbing openly, while Charles's face went white as paper.

"The front lines?" the thin nurse whispered in horror.

"Combat zones," Aria confirmed pleasantly. "Where they can learn the true value of human life. Whether they survive to apply those lessons will depend entirely on their fate."

Pervis nodded slowly. "That sounds appropriate."

The nurses' sobs turned to wails of despair. Charles dropped back to his knees, his body shaking uncontrollably.

"Please!" the lead nurse begged. "We have families! Children!"

"You should have thought of that before treating an elderly patient like garbage," Aria replied without emotion.

Chairman Williams, recognizing the futility of further protest, clapped his hands sharply. "Security! I need the best medical team available for Mrs. Tyler immediately! VIP treatment, full diagnostic workup!"

A team of doctors and nurses—different ones, Pervis noted—appeared within minutes, their faces professional and concerned as they took over his grandmother's care.

"There, there, Mrs. Tyler," the new head doctor said gently. "We're going to take excellent care of you. Don't worry about anything."

As the medical team wheeled his grandmother away to a proper room, Chairman Williams pulled out a thick legal document from his briefcase with shaking hands.

"The share transfer agreement," he said miserably. "Forty percent of Metropolitan General Hospital, transferred to the Coleman family trust."

He signed the papers with obvious reluctance, each stroke of the pen seeming to age him by years.

Aria accepted the contract with a gracious smile, then turned to Pervis and placed it in his hands.

"Consider this your first homecoming gift, brother," she said warmly. "Welcome back to the family."