My Wife Let My Mother Die—Now I'm the Billionaire King

Chapter 5

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 white, and she scrambled forward to defend herself, waving her hands in a total panic. "Director, please! We were just asking him to pay the bill! We only wheeled his mother out of the ICU after his mobile app transaction failed the first time! We were just following standard procedures!"

The director didn't hesitate for even a fraction of a second. Angered beyond belief by her utter lack of remorse, he stepped forward and slapped Molly across the face with a loud, stinging CRACK!

"No more excuses!" the director bellowed, pointing a trembling finger down the corridor. "Get out of my sight. Now!"

Brenda and Molly both burst into loud sobbed tears, dropping their clipboards as they begged him desperately not to fire them. They cried, pleaded, and made a million excuses, trying to grab at the director’s coat sleeves, but the director remained completely unmoved, his heart like solid stone.

He immediately picked up the wall phone, called the security department, and within thirty seconds, two large security guards arrived and dragged the screaming, weeping nurses out of the building.

Then, the director turned his icy, piercing glare toward Haley, who was standing to the side, shaking like a leaf. "If this kind of disgusting behavior ever happens again under your watch, you will be joining them on the street by midnight."

Haley’s legs gave out completely, and she dropped heavily to her knees right on the cold tiled floor. Tears streamed down her face as she looked up at Harry, clapping her hands together as she pleaded with him for forgiveness.

"Mr. Kipling, please! I am so sorry! Please forgive me, I was just following the Head Nurse’s lead! Please don't let them ruin my career!"

Harry stood there silently, his eyes totally expressionless as he looked down at her. He said absolutely nothing. Seeing Harry's cold silence, the director waved his hand in deep disgust. "Get out of my sight and go back to the nurse's station."

Haley scrambled to her feet and ran away as fast as her legs could carry her.

With the hallway finally quiet, the director turned back to Harry, his posture completely changing into one of deep respect. He bowed his head low and offered a formal, solemn apology.

"Mr. Kipling, on behalf of this entire hospital, I am truly sorry for how our staff treated you and your mother tonight. Our training programs clearly failed to teach them basic empathy. Please accept my absolute sincerest apologies."

Without waiting, the director immediately turned to the remaining on-duty medical staff and barked out urgent orders. "Move Mr. Kipling's mother to our top-tier Presidential private ward immediately! Set up a dedicated team of specialists and round-the-clock private nurses to care for her. Spare absolutely no expense!"

Just then, a man dressed in a sharp, expensive three-piece suit came rushing down the hallway, breathing heavily. It was the head representative from The Royal Zeiss Bank.

The moment he spotted Harry, he bowed deeply at a perfect ninety-degree angle and handed him a gleaming, laser-etched silver VIP card.

"Mr. Kipling, please accept this," the representative said with immense reverence. "This is our bank's ultra-premium VIP card. It automatically entitles you to a twenty percent discount at every single high-end luxury shopping centre and boutique under The Royal Zeiss Bank's global portfolio."

“Hmm…”

Harry reached out and accepted the heavy silver card, slipping it into his pocket. The bank representative continued quickly, bowing again as he sensed the customer's mood improving slightly.

"Furthermore, the ten million dollars that our system just transferred to this hospital is a formal apology from our board of directors for the terrible operational error that locked your risk account earlier tonight. Please consider it a gift from us. It will not be deducted from your personal one point five billion dollar balance."

Harry simply waved his hand dismissively, his mind far above worrying about a few million dollars.

"It doesn't matter. I will cover the full cost of my mother's medical treatments myself. As for that extra ten million dollars, keep it in the hospital's charity account. Use it to fully fund the surgeries of other poor patients who can't afford their medical expenses."

The hospital director’s eyes widened, completely stunned by this incredible display of kindness. He was deeply moved, his voice cracking with emotion. "Thank you, Mr. Kipling... Your generosity is truly remarkable. You are saving countless lives tonight."

At that exact emotional moment, Harry's cheap smartphone rang loudly in his hand. He looked at the screen; it was President Harrison of Vanguard Holdings.

"Yes?”

"Hello, boss!" Harrison's voice came through clearly. "Nancy Holloway, your executive assistant, has just arrived downstairs in the hospital lobby with our corporate convoy. Should she come up to the ICU to assist you with anything?"

Harry looked over at the doctors carefully wheeling his mother into the luxury private ward, knowing she was finally safe and secure.

"No need," Harry replied smoothly. "Everything here has been successfully handled. Tell her to wait there, I'll come down right now."

He hung up the phone, gave a nod to the grateful director, and walked away from the ward.

As he stepped out of the elevator on the ground floor, his eyes landed on a woman with a beautiful, oval face, whose striking eyes were focused on him.

So this is Nancy Holloway?

Dressed formally in a white lapel dress, she stepped forward from a fleet of black luxury sedans and bowed deeply to him. She looked at his wet clothes, which were still stained with the sour milk that the customer had poured on him earlier.

But she spoke in a respectful, professional tone, without showing any negative reaction to his current condition.

"Welcome, boss. I'm Nancy, and I'll be assisting you with your every need. But before anything else, I need to accompany you directly to the mall to pick out a new wardrobe of designer clothes. You will need to dress in a manner more appropriate for tomorrow's grand charity auction. After all, the entire event has been specially organized by the high-society elite just to welcome the arrival of the legendary, mysterious new head of Vanguard Holdings.”