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The women outside frowned in disgust, and some of the nurses who slept with Beau started to retch.
“Oh my god! I slept with this kind of trash before? Unbelievable!”
Kingsley turned his attention to Jude, who was coughing up blood and looking like a trainwreck. “Since
Dr. Woolley doesn’t want to make the call, why don’t you do it for him, Mr. Lynch?”
Jude shivered in fear and knelt down with a thud before Kingsley. “Please, no!” He felt himself tremble
in fear, and his blood ran cold. The director has been looking forward to this donation. He’s going to kill
me if I tell him he’s not getting a single cent. He could even fire, or worse, torture me! He banged his
head on the ground, begging for mercy. “Please, Mr. Nicholson. I can do anything, but just don’t rescind
the donation.”
An idea struck him, and he crawled over to the desk, rummaging through the items until he found the
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtstaff’s contact book. “Mr. Nicholson, this is Dr. Kramer’s number. We recorded her address here too!”
He held the form out for Kingsley, begging, “Please, have mercy on us.”
Kingsley took the form from him. “Too late for regrets,” he said coolly.
It was a simple answer, but it was enough to make Beau and Jude plop down in despair. Their faces
were as pale as a sheet, as if their souls were no longer with them.
Michael stared at them and quickly said, “Kingsley, why don’t I call the director?” He was worried
Kingsley might take back his promise in a moment of kindness. I’d have been delighted for nothing.
“Very well then.” Kingsley nodded. He went to the exit, but before he left, he said, “I’m leaving this in
your hands because I need to go to the wards and see if Reene’s awake. And the Foxes, is it? I’ll make
sure I see Helen soon.”
Michael answered right away, “Sure, Kingsley. Leave everything to me.”
Kingsley left Jude’s office. At the same time, Jeffred was spending his time off at home. He was
lounging on his couch, his legs resting on the coffee table. The man was watching TV, though he was
thinking about the 450,000 he was about to receive. The thought of making five years’ worth of salary
at one go delighted him. He eventually started humming, but then his phone rang. Jeffred craned his
neck, then cleared his throat when he saw that it was from Michael. He sat up straight and took the call.
“Hello, Mr. Larson.” He was starting to hyperventilate, thinking that Michael was already going to
donate the money right away.
“Mr. Church, we’ve decided to rescind the donation,” Michael said coldly.
“W-What?” Jeffred froze up, as if a bucket of ice water was poured on his head. “W-What happened,
Mr. Larson? Why did you rescind the donation?”
“You’ll have to ask Mr. Jude and Dr. Woolley for that. You know, from the cardiology department,”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMichael answered. “They insulted my son-in-law. I will not donate any money to your hospital.”
“T-They insulted your son-in-law?” Jeffred was flabbergasted. Why did those morons insult his son-in-
law?
“Yes,” Michael said curtly. “And his name is Kingsley Nicholson. In fact, you can ask Mr. Lynch for the
details.” Michael handed Jude the phone.
Jude took the phone from him, though it felt like a hand grenade for him. His face was ashen as he
said, “M-Mr. Church…”
“Did you f*cking insult his son-in-law? Why did you do that, you moron?” Jeffred roared.
Jude and Beau trembled in terror.
“Mr. Church, I—”
Before he could finish, Jeffred roared, “Shut the f*ck up! Apologize to that Kingsley guy right now! I
don’t care how you do it, but make sure he lets you off the hook, or you and Beau are fired!”
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