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

You're a monster

Karvel held her frail hand in his, his fingers trembling violently, as if trying to hold onto her very essence. Blood stained the edges of her lips, but despite the pain, she managed a weak smile.​

“Karv...” she whispered, her voice so faint it was almost lost in the sterile air of the hospital room. “I didn’t want to be a burden anymore. You’ve suffered enough… for me.”​

“Mom, no—no! Don’t say that. You’re not a burden. You’re my mother. You’re my only family!” Karvel’s voice cracked, and a sob wracked his body. 

His chest felt like it was caving in, filled with a grief so intense it was almost physical.​

She smiled faintly, her gray eyes glassy but still filled with a love that had sustained him through all these years.

Karvel clutched her tighter, as if he could somehow stop the inevitable. 

Before he could say anything more, the sound of dress shoes clicking on the tiled floor echoed in the hallway, like a death knell. 

Dr. William Crane, a senior consultant at the hospital, strutted into the room, a smug smirk on his face.​

“Oh, look,” Crane sneered, cocking an eyebrow. “The puppy still has tears left. Touching.”

Karvel’s eyes blazed with hatred. “Get out,” he growled through gritted teeth.​

Crane chuckled, pulling out a manila folder. “Tsk. I’d love to let this family drama continue, but we’ve got bills to settle, boy. That operation? ICU care? Tests? Medications? That’s a lot of bacon for a broke little mutt like you.”

“She’s dying,” Karvel growled.

Crane snorted. “Dead or dying, it makes no difference. We’re still owed money. And since you can’t pay—” he snapped his fingers.

Two brutish security guards stomped in behind him like trained oxen.

“Here’s the fun part,” Crane continued, grinning mockingly. “If she dies without payment, her body becomes property of the hospital. We’ll start with her kidneys—maybe her corneas, if they haven’t turned to jelly.”

“You’re insane,” Karvel spat, his hands balled into fists so tightly that his knuckles were white. “You’re a monster!” 

For years, Crane had been extorting “donations” from him, and Karvel had been desperate enough to comply.

 He had worked countless menial jobs—washing dishes, delivering pizza, doing anything he could to scrape together the money. 

But no matter how much he gave, it was never enough to satisfy Crane’s greed. And now, this was his revenge.​ 

“I’m a doctor with rules, dogboy. And you bit the hand that fed you,” Crane mocked, his eyes glinting with malice.​

As the guards moved forward, Karvel stood protectively over his mother’s bed. “Don’t you touch her!”

“Aww,” one guard chuckled. “Is the chihuahua gonna bite?”

“Better muzzle him before he pees on the floor,” the other added with a laugh.

They lunged at Karvel, and he fought back with all his might. But their blows were too powerful. 

Fists slammed into his ribs, knees struck his gut, and pain exploded throughout his body. 

His vision blurred, and blood dripped from his mouth as he collapsed beside his mother’s bed.​

Crane leaned down, voice dripping venom. “The hospital isn’t a kennel, boy. If you want to live like a dog, you better learn when to roll over and die.”

The guards reached for his mother’s body, and Karvel felt a sense of hopelessness wash over him. 

And then, suddenly, the blare of engines outside shook the walls of the hospital. Tires screeched, and doors slammed shut.​

Everyone in the room turned towards the sound, their eyes wide with surprise. A fleet of black luxury SUVs had pulled up outside the ER entrance. The vehicles were sleek, armored, and exuded an air of power and authority.​

Moments later, a squad of uniformed men entered the hospital, moving in perfect synchronization. 

They wore earpieces and sunglasses, their expressions cold and unreadable. Their presence sent a shiver down everyone’s spine.​

At the front of the group was a woman. 

Dressed in tailored white slacks, her silver heels clicking with command, sunglasses pushed up onto her sleek brunette hair.

“Stand down,” she said, her voice cool and authoritative.

The guards froze in their tracks, their eyes wide with confusion.​

Crane blinked, his smug expression replaced with a look of shock. “Wh—who the hell are you?” he stammered.​

The woman ignored him, walking straight to Karvel’s side. Her eyes landed on the blood on the floor, the bruises on his face, and the broken look in his eyes. 

Then, to everyone’s astonishment, she bowed deeply, right there in the middle of the hospital corridor. 

“Young master,” she said, her voice softening slightly. “Forgive me. I’m late. I’m so sorry.”​

The staff gasped.