The World Under His Fist

CHAPTER FOUR

Lara Jane swallowed hard and locked eyes with her grandmother. “I appreciate the gesture behind your words but I cannot leave my husband. I will never leave my husband for anyone else.”

Grandma Cree roared like an angry dragon. “How dare you be so ungrateful?! After everything I do for you, you cannot do this much for the family? I can't stand this anymore. Send that useless boy out of my party.”

“I'll see myself out then.” Ansel said before giving the woman a deep bow.

He might not have anything but he had his pride as a human being at least and he would not let himself be disgraced.

“I'll come with you.” Lara Jane offered, already going after him without even thinking twice.

“Stop right there!” Grandma Cree roared and LJ stopped in her tracks. “If you take one more step Lara Jane, consider yourself no more a part of the Cree family. I will not only kick you out but your entire family can go with you as well.”

“Grandma,”

“Stay.” Ansel cut his wife off. He gave her a weak smile. “I will go back to the hospital and try to sort out something , don't cause any trouble for yourself.”

He turned around to leave but his brother in law's voice stopped him.

“Oh Ansel! We can't just let you leave like this, we all know how poor you are and it would be very inconsiderate of us to send you out there on your own.” Jeremiah took a few steps towards Ansel and placed his hand on his shoulder. “Here is a dollar from your considerate brother in law for you to take a cab home.”

The hall erupted into loud guffaws and laughter as they all mocked Ansel. Some of them commended Jeremiah on his act of kindness.

Ansel watched them all with a gaze burning with rage but he could not say anything about the way they treated him.

He shrugged his brother in law's hand off of his shoulder and walked away without turning back.

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It was a long walk from the mansion of the Cree family to the hospital and indeed, Ansel didn't have a single dime on him but what he had was his pride and he upheld it by not accepting the dollar from Jeremiah.

The hospital held more people than it did before Ansel left but he didn't mind the crowd and just went on with his own business. He didn't know what he could do.

The doctor had mentioned giving his organ for money and he was seriously considering it now. Maybe if he could just sell one of his kidneys...

On arriving at Mr Albert's room, Ansel was left stunned to find the room occupied by a stranger. He went straight to the receptionist to lodge his complaint.

“Excuse me, my name is Ansel Yorke. I brought a man here a few days back and he used to stay in that room over there but I can't find him there anymore.”

Ansel couldn't help but to feel nervous as he spoke. Had the old man been sent home because he couldn't provide the bill?

“Oh, Ansel Yorke right?” The receptionist asked and Ansel responded with a nod of his head. “I wanted to reach out to you earlier before carrying on with the transfer but it was ordered from above so I had to do it immediately.”

Ansel's face scrunched into a confused expression. “I'm sorry I–I don't seem to understand what you are saying. Order from above? Transfer? What order from above?” His brow subconsciously arched as he questioned.

“Yes, Mr Albert has been moved to the VVIP room of our hospital and is already receiving due treatments. Someone ordered for his transfer and even paid part of the bills.”

Ansel's eyes widened. “Who is this person?”

“I don't know.” She responded plainly.

"Do you think maybe it was a charity donation? Maybe it wasn't a person but an organization paying the bills of the less privileged." He suggested.

She shook her head. "It was an anonymous person and not an organization. He paid only your bills sir. Can we carry on with signing the documents?" She asked in a polite manner.

Ansel fell into a thought for a second before speaking up. “Uhm, please how much is the bill?”

“Five million dollars, three million dollars has already been deposited so a balance of two million is all that is left.” She explained.

Ansel sighed. He was grateful for the unidentified person that paid part of the bills but two million was still a lot for him to pay on his own. “Two million. Fine, I'll pay you the money as soon as possible, I promise you.”

“Please, I need your signature first. Some new documents need to be signed because of the transfer.”

Ansel nodded and began placing his signatures wherever it was needed.

As he walked away from the receptionist's counter, his forehead creased as he fell into deep thoughts once more. Who was the mysterious person that insisted Mr Albert be transferred to the VVIP section and even paid three million dollars from the bill?

Could it be his mother in law? Maybe she had felt sorry for his situation after all and decided to help him.

But even he knew that that was close to impossible. If not impossible entirely. His mother in law didn't care about him and she would never spend a dime on him even if he was dying.

"I just don't understand," he thought out loud. "How did something like this happen? Especially when she said it's not a charity donation."

“Young master!” A masculine voice yelled out. His tone was almost as if he was thrilled or beyond excited.

Ansel's steps came to a cease. He felt a chill run down his spine for some reason. He turned around and his eyes seemed to widen in a mix of surprise and confusion.

The man who had called out to him raced forward and gave a deep bow in his presence. “Young master Yorke, I have finally found you. It is an honor to see you again, young master.” The man confessed with a deep smile.