Rise to Power: The Miraculous Liam Regan.

Chapter 12

The moment Liam stepped into the section reserved for **E‑class citizens**, the difference hit him at once.

Everything about the place felt stripped of dignity. The lighting was dimmer, the chairs were older, and the air itself seemed heavier, as if even comfort had a class ranking in this country. A few cracked plastic seats lined the wall, and a tired queue of poorly dressed citizens waited in silence, each one carrying the same worn expression of caution and submission.

There were only three attendants assigned to the E‑class section, though the line was long enough to justify twice that number. Even so, what stood out most wasn’t the delay it was the contempt.

The women at the counters didn’t even bother hiding the disgust in their eyes. They looked at the E‑class citizens as though they were stains on the floor rather than customers.

It wasn’t surprising. The front desk staff in banks like this were usually **B‑class citizens**. People from that level rarely employed E‑class citizens for anything beyond hard labor or degrading service work. In their minds, people like Liam only existed to obey, endure, and disappear.

And they made sure everyone knew it.

Every shout, every sneer, every impatient gesture was another reminder of where E‑class citizens stood in society. Beneath everyone.

Liam kept his head down as he moved forward with the line, waiting for his turn. But just then, the harsh voice of one of the attendants cut through the room like a whip.

“Can’t you do one simple thing properly?” she snapped.

Liam turned.

An elderly woman stood trembling at the counter, her wrinkled hands shaking as she tried to hold a pen. Before she could answer, the attendant barked again.

“I said sign here! Here!” the woman shouted, slamming her finger on the desk.

“What, have you forgotten your own signature? And what kind of useless pen did you even bring? Your fingerprint isn’t working either it’s probably too full of dust and dirt. Don’t use your filthy fingers to spoil our scanner!”

The old woman flinched so badly that she lost her balance.

In the next second, she fell.

A small cry escaped her as she hit the floor awkwardly.

Liam’s heart lurched. Without thinking, he rushed out of line and hurried to her side. He bent down at once, carefully helping her up with both hands.

“Easy, easy,” he said gently. “Don’t force yourself. The way you fell, you could have twisted your ankle.”

The old woman clutched Liam’s arm as he helped her steady herself. Her fingers were thin and cold, trembling so badly that even standing seemed difficult. She looked up at him with wet, frightened eyes.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you for helping me.”

Her voice cracked, and Liam could hear the panic buried inside it. She shook her head, trying to gather herself, but the words came out broken and rushed.

“My mind… it isn’t settled,” she said.

“My granddaughter… something terrible happened to her. It wasn’t just an accident. Something bad very bad.” Her breathing quickened. “She’s in the hospital, and they need money. Urgently. So much money, more than I have. I don’t know what to do. I truly don’t know what to do anymore.”

At that moment Liam’s expression softened. For a moment, her pain felt painfully familiar. The fear, the helplessness, the crushing desperation of needing money in a world where the poor were left to die if they couldn’t pay.

He placed a steadying hand on her shoulder.

“Please calm down,” he said gently. “You have to calm yourself. Being in a hurry like this, being this shaken it won’t help your granddaughter. It will only make things worse for you.”

The old woman looked at him, tears trembling in her eyes.

“Do what you can for now,” Liam continued.

“Take the money you already have and begin the treatment with that. Since it’s urgent, at least let them start from somewhere. Then you can keep looking for the rest.”

The woman swallowed hard, then slowly nodded, as if holding onto his words was the only thing keeping her from falling apart completely.

But before she could say anything more, the attendant behind the counter exploded again.

“What are you two doing?” she barked, her voice ringing across the hall.

“Do you think I have all the time in the world?”

Her eyes narrowed sharply at the old woman.

“If you don’t come and sign right now, then forget it I won’t attend to you again today. You can come back tomorrow.”

She folded her arms and leaned back with cruel finality.

“And don’t bother pleading. There is absolutely nothing you can say that will make me change my mind about all of this.”