THE LOSER GOD OF WAR IS MIRACLE DOCTOR

CHAPTER 8

Melaine's face contorted with rage as she whirled on her daughter like a viper striking its prey. "Useless! Absolutely useless!" she shrieked, her voice echoing through the hospital corridor. "What good are you if you can't even handle a few security guards?"

Emilia flinched under her mother's verbal assault, her cheeks burning with humiliation. "Mother, please—"

"Don't 'Mother please' me!" Melaine snapped, jabbing her finger at Emilia's chest. "Call Denver right now! Make him fix this mess!"

With trembling fingers, Emilia dialed Denver's number, pressing the phone desperately to her ear. The phone rang once, twice, three times before going to voicemail. She tried again with the same result.

"He's not answering," Emilia whispered, her voice barely audible.

"Not answering?" Melaine's voice reached a pitch that could shatter glass. "What kind of man doesn't answer when his fiancée calls? What kind of powerful family heir ignores an emergency?"

The men in black watched the scene with obvious amusement, their smirks growing wider with each passing second.

"Having trouble reaching your knight in shining armor?" the lead man taunted, his voice dripping with mockery.

Emilia's hands clenched into fists. "He's... he's probably busy arranging important matters. We'll come back tomorrow when he can handle this personally."

"How pathetic," one of the other men chuckled. "A B-tier family that can't even guarantee a phone call."

This is humiliating, Emilia thought, her face burning with shame. Tomorrow, Denver will show these fools exactly who they're dealing with.

Melaine grabbed Emilia's arm roughly. "Fine! We're leaving! But mark my words," she snarled at the men in black, "you'll regret this tomorrow!"

The men simply laughed as the two women retreated down the corridor, their designer heels clicking frantically against the polished floor.

The next morning, Keith and Linda approached St. Augustine Memorial Hospital's entrance, the morning sun casting long shadows across the pavement. Keith wore a simple but well-tailored suit, while Linda carried a small medical bag.

As they neared the elevator bank, familiar voices rang out from the seating area nearby.

"Denver, why didn't you answer my calls yesterday?" Emilia's voice carried a sharp edge of accusation. "I needed you!"

Denver lounged in his chair with practiced nonchalance, though his eyes were bloodshot from his night of debauchery at the city's most exclusive nightclub. "Darling, I was in deep negotiations with the Miracle Doctor all evening. These high-level medical consultations require complete focus."

What a smooth liar, Keith thought, observing Denver's performance from a distance.

Emilia's expression immediately softened, her anger melting into adoration. "Oh, Denver! I'm so sorry for doubting you. You're always thinking of Laurent's welfare."

"Of course," Denver replied smugly. "The Miracle Doctor will arrive today to perform Laurent's surgery. Everything has been arranged."

Melaine clasped her hands together, tears of gratitude streaming down her cheeks. "Denver, you're an angel sent from heaven! What would we do without you?"

Denver's chest puffed out with false pride as he strode toward the men in black, who remained stationed like immovable sentinels at the elevator.

"Gentlemen," Denver announced with theatrical authority, "I am Denver Walsh, heir to the Walsh family—a powerful B-rank dynasty in this city. I'm ordering you to stand aside immediately."

The lead man looked Denver up and down with obvious disdain. "And I'm telling you to take a hike, pretty boy."

Denver's confident smile faltered slightly. "Do you have any idea what kind of influence my family wields? No one in this city dares to cross the Walsh name!"

"Your family name sounds about as impressive as a wet paper bag," another man replied with a snort of laughter.

"This is your final warning," Denver continued, his voice rising with desperation disguised as authority. "Move aside, or face the consequences of defying a B-tier family!"

The men in black exchanged amused glances before bursting into laughter that echoed through the hospital lobby.

"B-tier family?" the lead man wheezed between laughs. "What's next, are you going to threaten us with your daddy's allowance money?"

Denver's face turned crimson as he fumbled for his phone. "I'm calling my people right now! You'll be dragged out of here within the hour!"

As Denver barked orders into his phone, Emilia spotted Keith and Linda approaching from across the lobby. Her expression immediately darkened like storm clouds gathering.

"Keith!" she called out sharply, marching toward him with Melaine trailing behind. "What took you so long? Laurent needs blood immediately!"

"Stop yelling. Have you finished signing the divorce papers? If you have, hand them over. We're done," Keith said indifferently.

"You... What’s that supposed to mean? Are you threatening me?" Emilia shouted. "Let me tell you, it won’t work! You think I’m scared you’ll stop giving blood to Laurent? The miracle doctor will be here any minute — you’re useless now!"

"Oh." Keith looked at her calmly. "So, did you sign it or not?"

She snatched the pen from Keith's hand, her movements aggressive and theatrical. "Fine! You want to play hardball? I'll give you one final chance to prove you're worth keeping around as a servant!"

"Just sign the papers," Keith said with quiet finality.

"You arrogant piece of trash!" Emilia screeched, her voice echoing through the lobby. "You think you're calling the shots here? You're nothing but a used-up blood bag!"

"SIGN——THE——PAPER!" Keith stared at Emilia indifferently, his voice was so calm that Emilia felt uncomfortable.

"You..." Emilia was so furious she stomped her foot. The man who used to obey her every word like a dog had now become completely unrecognizable!

"You'll definitely regret this!" she yelled, then snatched up the pen and scrawled her signature onto the divorce agreement in a fit of anger.