THE RETURN OF THE INVINCIBLE SON INLAW

Chapter 3

ANDREW

"I'm the father of the child that you want thrown out. You seem to be a mother, however, you don't show any sympathy for a girl that's dying in pain?" He inquired with a slight frown.

"So this is the father of the girl?" She said with amusement on her face.

"If the father of the child is this rich and good looking. And wonder what would become of that poor girl?" She said with a sarcastic smile.

Her frown returned when she turned around towards the already scared doctor who took a few steps backwards due to fear .

"Why don't you tell me! You are the head doctor of this place. Have you been giving freebies to poor peasants like him?" She asked angrily.

Doctor Williams was short of words once again. He didn't want to say anything that would provoke her. Even though she was not right, she was still the mother to the heir of the Hills family and had to be treated as such.

"No ma'am, we will do no such thing. We got a call this morning for the child to be moved to the exclusive section by a donor who didn't want to be disclosed." Doctor Williams exclaimed, choosing his words properly.

"Oh, I see. You asked me a few moments ago if I didn't care but tell me, what's the need of saving a life when you can barely take care of her?" She inquired.

He could already feel the anger rising through his bloodstream. The words that she just spoke stung hard. If not for the fact that she was a lady, her loosed mouth would have been easily fixed with a good slap across that face of hers.

"I will take care of my daughter. I already paid for that ward so you will find somewhere else." Andrew replied coldly.

The lady was taken aback by Andrew's boldness. She was used to getting her way by leveraging her family's name, but Andrew didn't seem to care.

She thought to herself, "Maybe he doesn't know who I am?" But his fearless attitude surprised her. She decided to teach him a lesson he wouldn't forget.

She turned to Andrew and asked, "You paid for the private ward, right?" Then she looked at the doctor, who cowered again. "I'll pay double what he paid. Just get that thing out of there now!" she demanded.

The crowd was shocked and amazed by the lady's offer to pay double the cost of the private ward, which was already a staggering five hundred thousand dollars. Adding a million dollars to that was a mind-boggling amount, revealing the Hills family's vast wealth. Doctor Williams hastily agreed to her demand, bowing to her power.

But Andrew was not about to let that happen. He was furious and protective of his daughter, and his face showed it. "Nobody touches my daughter!" he growled, his voice firm and authoritative.

Doctor Williams turned to him, his smile gone, and his expression sympathetic. "I'm sorry, Mr. Andrew. I really am. But my hands are tied. I can't do anything about it right now." He shook his head, emphasizing his helplessness.

Andrew reached for his phone, but the lady burst into a menacing laughter. "You think you're going to call someone to come and bark at me? You must be out of your mind!" She laughed again, and the people around them felt their hearts racing.

Before Andrew could make the call, he felt a tap on his leg. He looked up, but there was no one there. Then he looked down and saw the young boy who had been with his mother earlier. The boy said, "Instead of making that useless call, why don't you get me some coffee? My throat is itchy." He spoke with an air of arrogance, as if he was giving orders to a servant.

Andrew was taken aback by the boy's boldness. He couldn't believe the audacity of this young boy, especially after his mother's unruly behavior.

He thought to himself, "What did I expect? The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, after all!" The boy's behavior was a reflection of his mother's spoiled and entitled attitude. Andrew shook his head, wondering what he had gotten himself into.

"You're the spoiled brat of an heir," Andrew replied coldly. "I wonder how you plan to run a business empire with this attitude without bankrupting it." His words were met with stunned silence, and even the mother looked taken aback.

Whispers began to circulate among the onlookers, "Has Mr. Andrew lost his mind?" "He could have just smiled and avoided conflict." "I know his daughter is sick, but talking back to the Hills' heir? Does he have a death wish?"

The young boy's face turned red with fury, but Andrew stood his ground. He knew what he was saying, and he had experience being an heir himself.

However, his family's name brought back painful memories. Andrew's family had built a vast empire, but he had almost destroyed it within a year due to his own reckless behavior.

He had to undergo family training to learn from his mistakes and eventually returned to rebuild what was left.

The young boy's face turned red with rage, and he stamped his foot again, yelling, "You silly bitch! How dare you talk to me like that?" But before he could finish, a loud slap echoed through the room, leaving a stinging imprint on his face. The wound split open, and blood began to trickle down.

The onlookers were frozen in shock, they all seemed to be struck with panic. "Did he just slap the heir of the Hills family?" they wondered. "Or are our eyes playing tricks on us?"

Andrew's expression remained stern, his eyes blazing with authority. "If you were never taught how to respect your elders," he said, his voice firm and commanding, "it wouldn't hurt me to teach you that lesson." The room remained silent, with all eyes fixed on the unfolding drama.

"You fool! What have you done? Slapping my child? You must have a death wish!" The lady thundered, her face red with rage. She pulled out her phone and made a call, while the doctor, now frantic, paced back and forth, his hands on his head.

"Mr. Andrew, Mr. Andrew, what have you done?" He yelled, looking very worried.

The lady's anger only grew, her glare intensifying. "Since you have a death wish, I'd be happy to grant it to you." She spat, her words dripping with venom.

The room was tense, everyone's teeth stuck to the roof of their mouths, anticipating something terrible. And then, a middle-aged man walked in, his presence commanding attention. He looked like he could be the boy's grandfather, but his aura was intimidating.

Behind him, a group of burly men entered, their eyes scanning the room, ready to pounce on anyone who dared to stand in their way.

The lady's smile was sinister, her eyes gleaming with a fierce light. "You see, Mr. Andrew, my family doesn't take kindly to disrespect. And you, my friend, have just signed your death warrant."

The onlookers were paralyzed with fear, having never witnessed a scene like this before. The middle-aged man's face was familiar, but most people couldn't quite place him. However, the doctor's reaction was a different story. He was on his knees, his eyes welling up with tears, muttering "I'm dead, I'm so dead" over and over.

To those who didn't know the doctor, his behavior seemed like an overreaction. But for those who knew him, they knew his demeanor was as a result of the gravity of the situation. The doctor was a composed and calm individual, so his breakdown was a clear indication that something was terribly wrong.

The silence in the room was very loud and deafening. The only sound was the doctor's muttered pleas, which sent shivers down the spines of those who knew him.

The middle-aged man's presence seemed to command an aura of fear, and the burly men behind him appeared ready to pounce at a moment's notice.

Andrew, who was still standing tall, seemed to be the only one unaffected by the unfolding drama. His eyes remained fixed on the lady, his expression seemed unbothered. But the doctor's distress was a clear indication that the situation was about to take a dark turn.

The old man's voice boomed through the room, his tone sounded dominant and aggressive, striking fear into the hearts of all who heard it. "How dare you slap my child in the face?" he thundered.

The young lady stared at Andrew,, a smile spreading across her face as she saw the person standing before her. "Honey, you're welcome!" she exclaimed, embracing him warmly.

The onlookers were stunned, their minds racing to place the man's identity. And then, it clicked. The whispers began, "Is that...? Could it be...?"

The doctor, still on his knees, looked up with a mixture of fear and resignation, his eyes pleading for mercy. The middle-aged man's presence was imposing, his aura exuding power and authority.

The burly men behind him seemed ready to pounce, their eyes fixed on Andrew with a menacing glare.

As the truth dawned on them, the onlookers' fear turned to terror. They were in the presence of the infamous patriarch of the Hills family, a man notorious for his ruthless tactics and unyielding temper.

The old man's identity was finally revealed, and the room was paralyzed with fear. He was the president and founder of the Hills family, a business empire built in just seven years. But that was not all - he was also the kingpin of the dreaded underworld group that struck terror into the hearts of the city's residents.

A collective "gulp" echoed through the room as large lumps went down everyone's spines. Faces broke out into cold sweat, and eyes widened in horror. The doctor, still on his knees, seemed to have given up all hope, his eyes pleading for mercy.