The Son-in-Law They Regretted Losing

Chapter 4: The Official Proof

Nurse Tinsley did not move the bed back into the room. Instead, she stared at my phone screen for a second and then continued to mock me. 

She questioned me with a mean sneer on her face. "You think a digital text receipt without an official bank stamp is proof that you actually transferred the money? Anyone can fake a text message, Riven."

Nurse Blythe joined in right away. Her voice was dripping with absolute sarcasm as she stepped around me. 

She grabbed the handles of the gurney and insisted on wheeling my mother out of the ward toward the elevator. 

"Exactly. Move out of the way. We do not have time for your little games."

Suddenly, Nurse Greer gasped loudly. She had pulled out her own phone and was staring at the screen with wide eyes. 

"Wait. Have you checked the hospital staff group chat just now? The main account office just posted an update. Director Callaway's bank just transferred ten million dollars to the hospital!"

Nurse Tinsley stopped pushing the bed and frowned. 

"Ten million dollars? But it is not even time for the regular charity fund transfer from the corporate branch yet. Why would this massive amount of money come so suddenly on a random evening?"

I stepped forward quickly and defended myself. 

"That money was transferred on my behalf by the bank. You all heard my phone call just now. I was telling you the absolute truth from the beginning. "

"Now please, put my mother back into her room and arrange the surgery for her. Do not take her out of the hospital."

The moment the words left my mouth, the three nurses burst into loud laughter.

Nurse Tinsley could barely catch her breath, she was laughing so hard. 

She leaned against the wall and pointed at my dirty shoes. 

"Sir, get real. This is ten million dollars we are talking about. It is a whole different ball game from your one million dollar surgery f*e. "

"Why would a bank transfer ten million dollars for a delivery rider? "

"The bank is a long-term partner of this hospital. They provide a portion of interest-free loans to our poorest patients every three months. This money is probably just an early payment of that regular loan program."

Nurse Blythe nodded her head in total agreement and resumed her mockery. 

"Of course it is. He probably heard about the loan schedule and is trying to take credit for it to look like a big shot."

Nurse Greer did not even hesitate. She started pushing the heavy hospital bed down the hallway again, shouting right at me. "If you are broke, do not come to the hospital! Just stay at home and die in peace. If you cannot afford treatment, then why are you even here wasting our rooms and our time?"

The cruelty of her words cut deep. 

I looked at my mother’s pale face under the bright hallway lights and felt a wave of anger and pain. 

I pleaded with them, keeping my body between the gurney and the elevator doors. 

"Please, just wait a little longer. I really do have enough money to pay for the full surgery. "

"Whatever the hospital costs, I can transfer it right now. My account just got completely unfrozen by Director Callaway."

The nurses only laughed harder at my words, ignoring my pleas completely while they stood huddled around the bed.

Just then, the doors at the end of the corridor swung open. The hospital director walked into the hallway. 

He stopped in his tracks when he saw the three nurses gathered in a circle, laughing loudly while standing over a weak patient they had wheeled out of her room. 

His brow furrowed deeply at the noisy, unprofessional sight, and he walked straight over to the group.

"What is going on here?" the director demanded, his voice sounding very strict.

Nurse Tinsley quickly stepped forward to speak. She tried to smooth things over, adjusting her uniform. 

"Director, this man cannot afford the emergency surgery f*e, so we are discharging his mother from the ward to clear the space."

The director’s brow furrowed even deeper as he looked at the gurney and then at me. 

"We have interest-free emergency loans available at this hospital for a reason. Why didn't you arrange for the patient's family to apply for one of those funds? And why are you standing in the hallway mocking the family members of a dying patient?"

Nurse Tinsley's face turned a little red. She started to make excuses, shifting her weight from side to side. 

"Well, we thought he was just wasting our time because he didn't have—"

"Enough," 

The director cut her off sharply, his voice cutting through her words like a knife. 

"No more excuses. Your behavior is completely unacceptable. If this ever happens again under my watch, you are out of this hospital for good."

He turned away from her and looked at the three nurses. 

"Now, answer me. Do any of you know a man named Riven Kaelen? "

"The main bank just transferred ten million dollars in his name, specifically to fund his mother's surgery and care."

"I came down from my executive office personally just to check on this patient's condition."

The hallway suddenly went completely silent.

The nurses' expressions shifted instantly from total defiance to absolute fear. 

The broke delivery man they had been mocking just moments ago had just produced ten million dollars without even breaking a sweat. 

They stared at me in complete disbelief, their mouths hanging wide open as the truth finally hit them.