Once An Uber Driver, Now A Trillionaire!

6. Taking His Kidney Away!

Tyler shook his head and stepped back. “I don’t know what you both are talking about. I’m not ready to offer my kidney to anybody. Especially not to Becca!”

Gloria stormed toward him, her finger jabbing in his face. “You will give your kidney to Becca, Tyler! You’ve been nothing but a liability in our lives. Now that you finally have a chance to prove your worth, you’re backing out?”

Tyler’s eyes narrowed with contempt. “I admit I was a liability to this family. So if I was ever going to be useful, it should have been back then when I was still married to Becca. Not now that we’re divorced.”

Perry stepped in, his voice sharp with fury. “So what are you trying to say? That you're not going to donate your kidney to her?”

Tyler nodded. “Yes. I will not and will never donate my kidney to Becca. You’re her boyfriend now, aren’t you? You love her, and she loves you too. So if anyone should give her a kidney, it should be you. Not me.”

In a flash, Perry grabbed Tyler by the collar. “You’ve always been a useless animal, Tyler! You don’t even have a life worth living. So why not sell your kidney and enjoy whatever time you’ve got left?”

“Even if I were offered three hundred billion dollars to sell my kidney to Becca, I’d never do it,” Tyler snapped. “I’d rather watch her die than save her. She’s an imposter, a cheater, and nothing more than a worthless sex object.”

Without warning, Perry slammed his fist into Tyler’s face with a heavy punch.

The hospital was designed for privacy. This was the VIP department—exclusive to billionaires and high-profile patients, guarded by top-tier doctors and security. No one saw what happened.

Tyler wiped blood from his lip, eyes cold. “I’ll pretend that didn’t happen, Perry. I wish you all the best saving your cheating girlfriend.”

He turned to leave but suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Ten armed men stood at the door, each one holding a weapon deadly enough to kill.

As Tyler froze, Perry’s voice echoed behind him. “In this country, your opinion is as good as dead, Tyler. You have no rights here. Whether you like it or not, you’re giving your kidney to Becca.”

From across the room, Gloria smiled with grim satisfaction.

Tyler turned back, seething. “You brought these men to hit me? Or to force me into surgery?”

“Both,” Perry said flatly. He grabbed a gun from one of the men and pointed it at Tyler. “The doctor is waiting. Walk in there and donate your kidney willingly... or else.”

“Or else what?” Tyler snapped, his voice steady and defiant. “I don’t care what you do. I’m not giving up my kidney. And that’s final.”

He turned to leave again, but Perry gave a signal.

Two men charged at Tyler from opposite sides. But Tyler ducked quickly, and they collided into each other instead.

The other eight rushed him. Two grabbed him from behind, holding him down while three others rained punches on him. Blow after blow landed until Tyler’s strength gave out and his body slumped.

Perry raised a hand. “Stop.”

He turned to the doctor nearby. “Can we proceed with the transplant now?”

The doctor nodded.

Before Tyler could react, someone jabbed a needle into his arm. Everything faded to black.

****

Blinding white light greeted him as he slowly regained consciousness.

His face scrunched in pain as he opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling above. Every breath hurt. He clutched his right rib, the pain unbearable. His body ached from head to toe. The operation had been rough—far from humane.

He forced himself up, groaning as he reached for a glass of water on the nearby table.

Just as he was about to take a sip, a voice from the other side of the room stopped him cold.

“It was a successful operation, Miss Cruz. The organ has been delivered to the intended recipient, and the transfer has been made. Please confirm.”

Tyler froze.

That voice belonged to the doctor.

Then another voice followed.

“Oh... I’ve seen the transfer alert. I received the five billion already! Hahaha…”

Tyler froze, still holding the glass of water. He recognized that voice. It was Becca's. And it sounded light, vibrant, and full of life as if she had never been sick at all.

He needed to be sure. He needed to confirm what he had just heard. Despite the searing pain in his ribs, he dragged his legs out of the ward, forcing himself to endure every agonizing step.

When he reached the ward door, he peered through the transparent glass.

What he saw stunned him.

Becca was smiling, surrounded by her mother and Perry. All three held glasses of wine, their faces lit up in celebration. There was no trace of illness on Becca’s face. In fact, she looked more radiant than ever.

Confused and trying to make sense of what was happening, Tyler listened more closely.

Perry's voice drifted through. “You know, I really thought you had a kidney failure. I thought I’d lost you. But now that I know the truth, I’m the happiest man alive.”

Gloria laughed proudly. “My daughter is too smart when it comes to these things. That’s why I named her Becca! Hahaha!”

Becca sipped her wine and smiled at them. “I just had to fake my illness to lure Tyler here and take his kidney. Now that the mission is a success, it feels like getting a refund for all the money I ever wasted on him. That’s so nice... and so stupid of him.”

They all burst into laughter, clinking glasses as they celebrated their deception.

Tyler stood frozen outside the door, watching everything through that narrow strip of glass. Rage surged through him, burning hotter than the pain in his body. His grip on the glass tightened until it shattered in his hand, the sound echoing off the hallway walls.

Inside the room, the laughter stopped. Heads turned toward the door.

“Someone’s out there!” Becca said sharply, her eyes scanning the entrance.

Tyler looked down at the broken pieces on the floor, then slowly raised his head. Through the glass, he saw Perry, Becca, and Gloria heading toward the door.

Panic kicked in.

He had to escape.

He moved his trembling hand to his rib, using it to support his balance. The hallway was empty, silent. It was the kind of place where someone could be murdered without a trace.

Tyler knew what he had to do. He turned quickly and began to limp away, suppressing the pain with every breath.

Behind him, Perry flung the door open. Tyler quickly veered left, vanishing down a corridor, hiding the agony in his chest.

Perry and Becca spotted the shattered glass on the floor. They looked at each other in alarm.

“Who could’ve been here?” Becca asked, her eyes locking on Perry.

Gloria walked forward, picking up a shard. “Only Tyler could’ve been here. He’s the only one bold enough to eavesdrop on us.”

“But Tyler is still unconscious. How could he possibly be here when he's supposed to be lying in his hospital bed?” Becca asked, her voice rising with panic.

Perry said nothing. He turned and stormed off toward Tyler’s ward.

When he arrived, he flung the door open and stopped.

The bed was empty.

His eyes widened. “Tyler escaped!”

From the other room, Becca screamed. “What? That’s impossible!”

Perry turned back quickly. “He must have heard everything we said. If he gets out of this hospital, the first thing he’ll do is call the cops. And when that happens, we’re all going down.”

Gloria stepped forward, urgency in her voice. “Do something, Mr. Winter. We can’t let Tyler destroy everything we’ve worked for. He needs to be eliminated. Now.”

Without another word, Perry pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

“Hello? Assemble your men. Tyler is still within the premises. Find him and bring him to me at our usual spot. Alive or dead!”

“Yes, sir,” the voice on the other end responded.

Perry ended the call and turned to Becca and Gloria.

“I promise you, Tyler won’t say a word. This secret stays buried. And anyone who tries to expose us... dies. That includes Tyler.”