The Rise Of Nicholas Hensaw

Chapter 25

The man handed the phone to Nicklaus. "What for? Is he on the line?" Nicklaus asked.

"Yes, sir," Timothy responded. Nicklaus didn't want to take the phone and gestured for him to take it away.

"I'm sorry, sir. You're not in the mood to take calls. I apologize," Timothy said, stepping back.

Stella was stunned. "What is this?" she asked Timothy, but he didn't respond—he acted as if he didn't see her.

"Why are you calling this man 'sir'?" she demanded. She had initially tried to be polite to Timothy, but the moment he called Nicklaus—the man she despised—"sir," she found it absurd.

Suddenly, a doctor emerged from Rita's room. After a few minutes, he smiled softly and said quietly, "She's stable now, but..."

"The bill has been covered. We want to transfer her to Triple H Hospital," Timothy interrupted, then signaled to the man beside him. He nodded and walked toward the hall, returning with a stretcher.

Stella watched everything unfold before her eyes. She couldn't ask questions or find words to speak. She swallowed hard, thinking to herself.

Right before their eyes, Rita was wheeled out on the stretcher.

Nicklaus followed the stretcher as she was placed into an ambulance.

"Master Nicklaus, you can ride in the car with us, and we'll follow the ambulance," Timothy suggested, but Nicklaus shook his head.

"No, I'm staying with my sister," he said, getting into the ambulance. Having no choice, Timothy climbed into the ambulance as well while the other men got into the Rolls-Royce.

Nicklaus let out a long sigh and checked Rita's pulse—her breathing was steady. He was glad she was finally receiving proper treatment. If only he could operate medical equipment himself, he was sure he could treat his sister without their help.

The power of money was like a game before his eyes. Money controlled almost everything on earth.

"How long will it take to reach Triple H Hospital?" Nicklaus asked.

"We should be there in an hour," Timothy responded.

The words "Triple H" felt heavy for Nicklaus to say. Never in his entire life had he thought someone like him would set foot in such a place.

"The bills for Triple H will be very expensive. It's not a place for people like me," Nicklaus said once his nerves had calmed. He didn't want to start something he couldn't finish.

"Master Nicklaus—"

"Stop calling me Master Nicklaus! I'm no master!" Nicklaus shouted, slamming his hand against the wall.

"You are my master, and I'm sorry, but I'm obligated to respect you," Timothy said.

Nicklaus paused, turning to look at the paramedics who were also in the ambulance. The way they stared at him was telling—they found it just as unbelievable that he could be the leader or master of a man wearing such a fine-tailored suit.

"Why is my thinking suddenly so limited?" he thought to himself, biting his lip and swallowing hard.

The back of the ambulance fell silent. No one spoke. Nicklaus focused on monitoring his sister's breathing.

Soon, they arrived at the hospital. As the ambulance pulled up to Triple H Hospital, the men in the Rolls-Royce cars parked in the lot.

Rita immediately received the utmost attention and was taken to a VIP room. Nicklaus was able to stay beside her during treatment.

As the doctor worked, Nicklaus stepped closer and whispered in his ear, pointing out some errors the doctor would need to correct. He was impatient and wanted to ensure she received the best care.

Suddenly, the room door opened slowly, and Timothy entered.

"Master Nicklaus, please, you need to come with me."

Nicklaus hesitated but eventually left with Timothy. As they stepped out, Timothy said, "My boss, Chris, is here and wants to see you in his office."

The first word that came to Nicklaus's mind was "debt." Timothy had helped clear his sister's hospital bills, and now the costs at this hospital would likely be in the millions.

"What was I thinking when I agreed to let him bring my sister here?" Nicklaus asked himself, biting his lip.

Nicklaus followed him to the office. Timothy knocked twice and opened the door.

Chris was sitting with his eyes on his laptop. The moment he looked up and saw Timothy and Nicklaus, he stood and immediately walked to where Nicklaus stood before dropping to his knees.

"I'm sorry for not finding you sooner, Young Master Nicklaus. I failed my promise to your father!" he said, his eyes fixed on Nicklaus's worn shoes.

Nicklaus was confused. "What do you mean?" As if the mysterious watch that had given him unknown knowledge wasn't enough to blow his mind, all of this was happening suddenly, leaving Nicklaus even more stunned.

"Young Master, please forgive me," Chris said.

"I don't understand!" Nicklaus said. Nothing Chris was saying made sense.

"Please get up," Nicklaus said. Chris stood and cleared his throat, ready to explain.