THE RETURN OF THE INVINCIBLE SON INLAW

Chapter 2

ANDREW

"Young master Andrew. You finally decided to pick up my call." The voice from the other end of the line snorted out with a cough..

Andrew clenched his fist. For a while, it looked as though his tongue was tied to the roof of his mouth.

Andrew swallowed his pride and humbled himself, recognizing that his child's life was more important than his ego.

He took a deep breath and uttered the words that felt foreign to him, "I need your help." He paused, then continued, "My daughter is ill at Hopkins Hospital, and I require a transfer of five hundred thousand dollars to the hospital account for her treatment."

This was the family he had vowed never to return to, but circumstances had forced him to put aside his pride. He added, "I don't want my grandfather involved in this, and I don't want anything to do with him."

To his surprise, the response was, "Of course, young master. That's the easiest thing for me to do." Andrew was taken aback, expecting resistance or hesitation, but instead, Patrick readily agreed to his terms, even addressing him with a title he hadn't used in years.

Patrick cleared his throat and continued, "I'll be delighted to do as you've said, young master." Andrew was stunned, unsure how to react to this unexpected cooperation.

Andrew let out a sigh of relief as he ended the call, his mind focused on ensuring his daughter's safety above all else.

Despite his financial constraints, he took a cab to the hospital, eager to arrive as quickly as possible. Upon arrival, he was perplexed to see Amber being moved from the regular ward, and his confusion deepened as he spotted the doctor overseeing the transfer.

Andrew's mind raced with questions as he hurried towards his daughter, his concern evident in his inquiry. "What's going on? Why is she being moved?" he asked the doctor, seeking clarification on the sudden change in his daughter's care.

"Doctor. What's going on? Why are you moving Amber?" He inquired, trying hard not to show the tensed look that was laced all over his face.

The doctor turned to face Andrew, a warm and radiant smile spreading across his face. Although he wasn't the head doctor, he had a deep affection for the man standing before him.

"Sir, I have extraordinary news!" he exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "We received an anonymous call just a few moments ago, and I am thrilled to inform you that the full payment for your daughter's treatment has been made!" He paused for a moment, savoring the excitement. "But that's not all - the generous individual who made the payment has also requested that your daughter be transferred to our exclusive ward, where she will receive utmost care and attention!"

Andrew's eyes widened in astonishment, his mind reeling with disbelief. "Huh?" he stuttered, his voice laced with incredulity. Despite his earlier hopes that the payment would be made, he had never expected this unexpected turn of events. He certainly hadn't anticipated that Mr Patrick would go the extra mile to ensure his daughter's comfort and well-being.

The doctor's smile grew even broader as he placed a reassuring hand on Andrew's shoulder. "I believe it's simply the universe's way of ensuring your daughter receives the best possible care," he said, his voice filled with warmth and compassion. "You can rest easy now, knowing that your daughter is in the safest and most capable hands possible."

Andrew's heart swelled with gratitude as he expressed his deepest thanks to the doctor once again. "Thank you so much, doctor!" he said, his voice trembling with emotion. "I can't even begin to express my appreciation for all that you've done for my daughter!"

Just as the doctor was about to depart, a loud, authoritative voice echoed from behind, prompting him to turn around. A woman, visibly agitated, was approaching him with a young boy in tow, whose head was visibly bruised. Her feet stomped the floor with an air of urgency as she advanced towards the doctor, her anger was burning like a tornado.

"Your incompetent secretary had the audacity to tell me that the exclusive ward was already occupied?" she thundered, her voice dripping with indignation. "Do you want my son to contract an infection? I demand that you take immediate action and have the current occupant relocated elsewhere!"

The doctor remained silent, his gaze fixed on the boy before turning to the woman, acting very composed, as he struggled to contain the rising anger within. "Madam, the young girl currently in the exclusive room is awaiting a critical surgery that is crucial to her safety," he explained in a measured tone. "I assure you that our nurses will provide top-notch care for your child. Perhaps we can—"

The woman's expression turned red with rage, her voice escalating. "I won't have it! I demand that you take action now and have that girl moved to a different room. My son's health is of utmost importance!"

The doctor's calm demeanor remained unwavering, even as the woman's anger continued to simmer. "Madam, I understand your concern, but the girl's surgery cannot be delayed. Our nurses will attend to your son's needs, and I assure you that his injuries appear to be merely superficial." His voice remained even, but you could tell that he wasn't pleased with the woman’s reaction.

The woman's expression turned even more livid, her grip on the boy's hand tightening as she seethed with rage. "Are you kidding me?" she exploded, her voice dripping with venom. "Do I look like I care about your excuses?" She spun the boy around, thrusting him forward like a pawn in a game. "Take a good look at him, doctor! My baby is hurt, and you're trying to downplay it?"

The doctor's frown deepened as he gazed at the boy, his expression unyielding. He couldn't believe the woman's audacity, her complete lack of empathy for the girl in the exclusive room. "Ma'am, I understand your concern, but the girl in the room is in a critical condition. Her surgery cannot be delayed," he explained, his tone firm but calm.

The woman's face twisted in a snarl. "You're going to regret not doing as I say," she hissed, her voice low and menacing. "I'll make sure you pay for this insolence."

The doctor stood his ground, unmoved by her threats. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but that's the order of things. If you'd like, you can book the private ward for your son." He offered the alternative, his tone polite but firm, making it clear that he wouldn't be intimidated or swayed from his duty.

The lady was furious that her hands almost snapped angrily at this point, pointing her fingers right on the doctor.

"Do you know who I am and the category of power that I hold? With just a single snap, I can make your life miserable." She said angrily.

There were murmurs coming from the vast crowd. Both patients and workers that were gathered all around the place..

"I can't believe that she wants a poor girl thrown out all because of some simple wound.” one of the workers said.

"She is really inhumane and should be the one to be thrown outside instead." Another one of the workers added.

She was very angry and turned around. "How dare you! Do you know who this boy is? He's from a very important family! And you want him to stay in a regular hospital room?"

When she said the family's name, everyone got nervous. The family was very powerful and controlled many things, including the hospital.

The staff looked at each other, worried. They knew they made a big mistake. They should be honored to have the family's son treated in their hospital.

The lady's smile broadened as she reveled in the fear that her family's name had instilled in the crowd. She turned to face them, her pride and arrogance not very visible.

"Now that you've all suddenly lost your voices, I'll speak for myself!" she yelled, her words dripping with venom. "What are you waiting for? Get that trash out of here already!"

Her gaze settled on the doctor, who was visibly shaking, his face drenched in cold sweat. He attempted to speak, but his words faltered, and he bowed his head in defeat. The message in his eyes was clear: "I wish I could help, but this situation has spiraled out of control."

Andrew, who had been observing the exchange, finally stepped forward, his presence commanding attention. "None of that is going to happen today," he said firmly, his voice sounding different from the lady's shrill tone.

The lady's eyes narrowed, her gaze scrutinizing Andrew as if noticing him for the first time.

"And who are you to dare talk back to me?" she spat, her neck veins bulging with indignation.