THE DISGUSTING SON-IN-LAW WON'T TOLERATE INSULT ANYMORE

I can explain

Dr. Crane struggled to his feet, wiping blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. A twisted grin spread across his bruised face.

"Perfect timing!" he wheezed, pointing at the sweating director who had just burst through the doors.

 "Director Hayes! Thank God you're here. This crazy woman and her pack of wannabe bodyguards just assaulted me! And this flea-bitten mutt—" he jabbed a finger at Karvel, "—he's been causing nothing but trouble!"

Director Hayes stood frozen in the doorway, his face pale as he took in the scene. His eyes landed on Alina, and Karvel watched in bewilderment as the man's expression shifted from confusion to absolute terror.

"Miss... Miss Hart?" Hayes stammered, his voice barely a whisper.

"Oh, you know each other?" Crane chuckled, oblivious to the director's horror. "Good! Now throw these circus freaks out before—"

THUD.

Hayes dropped to his knees so fast it sounded like a sack of potatoes hitting the floor.

"Miss Hart! Please forgive me!" Hayes blubbered, his whole body trembling like a wet chihuahua in winter. "I had no idea you were here! If I had known—oh God, if I had known—"

Crane's jaw dropped. "What... what the hell are you doing, Hayes? Why are you groveling like a beaten dog?"

Hayes whipped his head toward Crane, his eyes blazing with panic. "Shut up, you imbecile! Do you have any idea who you just insulted?"

"Some rich bitch playing dress-up?" Crane scoffed.

Alina's voice cut through the air like ice. "Director Hayes."

"Y-Yes, Miss Hart!" Hayes practically squeaked.

"I want this man's mother transferred to your most luxurious VIP ward. Immediately. Spare no expense."

"Of course! Absolutely! Right away!" Hayes scrambled to his feet, barking orders at the stunned staff.

 "You heard her! Get Mrs. Donovan to VIP Suite A! Now! Move like your lives depend on it!"

Karvel's head spun. Who is this woman? Even the director's acting like she could snap her fingers and make him disappear.

But there was no time for questions.

 "Wait!" Karvel called out, rushing forward. "My mother—she needs emergency surgery first! She's barely—"

"Already handled," Hayes interrupted, bowing so low his forehead nearly touched his knees. "Our best surgical team is being assembled as we speak, young master. Your mother will receive the finest care money can buy."

"Young master?" The whispers rippled through the crowd of onlookers like wildfire.

"Did he just call that homeless-looking guy 'young master'?"

"What the hell is going on here?"

Crane, still bleeding and confused, staggered forward.

 "Hayes, what's gotten into you? This mongrel owes us thousands! He can't even afford a decent meal, let alone—"

Hayes spun around and delivered a backhand that sent Crane spinning like a broken pinwheel.

"You ignorant fool!" Hayes roared. 

"Do you realize what you've done? You've insulted a member of the most powerful family in the world!"

Crane spat blood, his face swelling like a pufferfish. 

"You've lost your mind! This street rat is nobody! I've been bleeding him dry for months with my 'special fees'—"

"Special fees?" Hayes' face went white as a ghost. "You've been... extorting him?"

"So what if I have? He's just a mangy mutt who—"

Hayes grabbed Crane by the collar and shook him like a rag doll.

 "You're fired! Security! Escort this leech to the police station. Charge him with extortion, abuse of power, and accepting bribes!"

"Wait! Wait!" Crane's voice cracked like a teenage boy hitting puberty. "You can't do this to me! I have connections! The police chief—"

"The police chief is already on his way," Alina said calmly. "He'll be very interested to hear about your... entrepreneurial activities."

Two security guards grabbed Crane under his arms, dragging him away as he wailed like a wounded hyena. "This isn't over! You'll all pay for this! I'll be back!"

"No," Hayes called after him, "you won't. Your medical license will be revoked permanently. Enjoy explaining that to your wife."

As Crane's protests faded down the hallway, Karvel turned to Alina, his mind reeling. Everything's happening so fast. My mother's going to be saved, but nothing makes sense.

"Who are you?" he asked quietly. "Really?"

Alina's stern expression softened as she looked at him. "Karvel, you were born into one of the most powerful families in the world."

"That's impossible. I'm nobody. I'm just—"

"You're not nobody." Her voice was gentle but firm. "When you were barely one year old, our family faced a catastrophe. Enemies struck in the night, trying to wipe us out completely. Your parents died defending the clan, fighting like lions to protect what mattered most."

Karvel's chest tightened. Parents? I had real parents?

"And you," Alina continued, "mysteriously disappeared. We searched for years, decades. Your grandfather never gave up hope."

"My grandfather is... alive?" The words felt strange on his tongue.

"More than alive. He single-handedly rebuilt our family empire from ashes. Our wealth has grown beyond imagination, our influence reaches every corner of the globe. Even heads of state bow when your grandfather speaks."

Karvel stared at her, his mind struggling to process it all. This can't be real. Things like this don't happen to people like me.

"You were his only son's child," Alina said softly. "The sole heir to everything. And losing you... it's been the one wound that never healed."

"Who killed my parents?" The question escaped before he could stop it.

Alina's expression darkened. "Knowing that now would do you no good. When the time is right, when you're ready, all will be revealed."

Before Karvel could press further, his phone buzzed. His wife's name flashed on the screen, and his stomach dropped like a stone.

"Where the hell are you?" Elena's voice was sharp as broken glass when he answered. "Today is Grandmother's birthday banquet. The entire family will be there, and you're nowhere to be found!"

"Elena, I can explain—"

"I don't want excuses, I want you here. Our branch of the family is already treated like the runts of the litter. This is our chance to prove we're not completely worthless." Her tone was ice-cold. 

"You have thirty minutes to get to the Grand Millennium Hotel. Don't make us look like fools again."