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

I'm no Master

Karvel blinked in disbelief. The elegant woman before him had just brought a battalion of bodyguards and bowed to him. Now, she was calling him—

“The young master,” she said clearly, her voice echoing through the stunned hallway. “There’s no mistake. We’ve finally found you.”

“W-What?” Karvel stammered, rubbing his temple as if it would knock the nonsense out of his ears. “I think… you’ve got the wrong guy. I’m no master. I’m just—”

“A man born to be more,” the lady interrupted gently, with a look that made the blood drain from every arrogant staff member watching. “Everything will be explained later. Right now, your mother needs immediate care. And we’re not losing her.”

Karvel’s chest seized. “She’s still alive?”

“She is. Barely, but we can save her.” the lady turned, her tone suddenly clipped and businesslike. “Bring the portable unit. Transfer her to the convoy—now.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

As her team rushed to action, Dr. Crane, lying on the floor with blood still dribbling from his nose, staggered upright and coughed like a wounded goat.

“This… this is a show, right?” he scoffed. “Nice production. Did you rent those muscle-heads from a movie set? Or maybe from the local zoo? Could’ve fooled me with that ‘young master’ nonsense.”

He pointed a trembling finger at Karvel and chuckled. “What’s next? Gonna tell us this chihuahua’s a lost prince?”

Karvel clenched his fists, but before he could respond, the lady moved.

SLAP.

It was a light motion. Barely more than a flick.

Yet the doctor flew back like a ragdoll launched from a catapult, crashing into a cart of medical trays. He landed hard, metal instruments clattering around him. Blood poured from his mouth as he gasped on the tile floor like a fish yanked from water.

“Damn!” one of the nurses whispered. “Did she just swat him like a mosquito?”

“More like she swiped a flea off her jacket,” another giggled nervously. The lady stood still, her aura burning cold.

Crane groaned. “Y-You… You psycho… You think you can get away with this? The director—he’s backed by the police chief! I’ll have you all arrested!”

He yanked out his phone with shaking hands. “Enjoy your little fantasy now, but when the cops arrive, let’s see if you still play queen.”

The lady didn’t even flinch.

She took out her phone, dialed a number, and spoke with an icy calm. “This is Alina Hart. Get me Chief Dalton. Now.”

Karvel turned his head sharply. Wait… Alina Hart? That name... It sounds familiar. Where have I heard it before?

The staff exchanged skeptical glances. A nurse snorted. “Alina Hart? What is this, a soap opera now?”

Crane wheezed a chuckle. “She’s bluffing. Probably Googled a rich name before she got here. This is all bark—no bite.”

Then the line connected.

The police chief’s voice came through, smooth at first. “This is Dalton. Who is—”

Then silence.

Followed by a loud, sharp intake of breath. “M-Miss Hart! I—I had no idea it was you! Please forgive me!”

Alina’s voice was a glacier. “I’m standing in a hospital where your beloved director allows extortion, abuse of power, and attempted theft of organs. You have sixty seconds to fix this. Or you’re done.Your pension, and fucking peace of your life will be gone in a snap..”

“I-I’ll be there myself! Immediately! Please, give me a moment. Just a moment!”

He hung up, already bolting out of his office like his pants were on fire.

Back in the hallway, everyone watched Alina close her phone.

“Enjoy your minute,” she said to no one in particular.

Crane, coughing on the floor, barked out a laugh. “Did she just… give a countdown? This is rich. Who does she think she is—God?”

A loud bang cut through the air.

The emergency doors burst open. In waddled the hospital director, his tie half undone, face soaked in sweat, and his eyes wide with terror.