The Fallen Son-In-Law's Retaliation

Chapter 6: Leave The Hospital Now

"WHAT ARE you doing here, you freak?” Carson asked, his brows furrowing. He was talking earlier to an employee about his appointment, so he didn't expect to see Damian.

“I asked you a question first. Are you here to treat your wound because of my punch?” Damian raised a brow.

“Hah! What wound are you talking about?” Carson laughed condescendingly. “You really thought you could hurt me because of that weak punch? You even call a punch?”

“That weak punch you’re telling me now is the same punch that made your nose bleed. Did you forget? Or did I accidentally hit your head, too?” Damian pointed at his forehead, pissing Carson.

Carson grabbed Damian on the collar, his teeth gritting. “Who the fuck do you think you are to treat me like this? Do you even know who I am?"

“Of course. We both know who you are.” Damian held Carson’s wrist and twisted it—Strong enough to make Carson groan in pain, but light enough not to break his bones. “You’re someone who took Ava away from me.”

He doesn’t love Ava anymore, but remembering how she cheated and disrespected him on the day of their anniversary makes his blood boil. 

“You…You!” Carson tried attacking Damian but it was to no avail. Damian was strong, and his stance was extraordinary. He stood like a rock where no one could move him. 

Damian let go of Carson before he already lost control.

“Fucking shit!” Carson grimaced as he looked at his wrist. It was swollen, and it hurt like hell. 

If Damian’s one punch could make his cheek and lip bruised, and his mere grip could make his wrist swollen in pain, then no doubt. Damian was strong enough, and Carson alone couldn’t take him down.

“Remember this. If I put more force into that punch last time, you will not only end up in a hospital but in the morgue,” Damian muttered, his voice intimidating. “And I can do it again if you test my patience."

Carson frozed in his spot as shivers run down his spine. He became speechless even after Damian left him alone with the crowd. He subtly looked at the people walking past him and got embarrassed.

‘You’ll pay for this, you fucking pauper.'

He took his phone and called Anthony, the leader of the security department in the hospital. He knew every high-ranking employee personally because of his connections.

“Hello, Anthony?”

“Greetings, Sir Carson,” Anthony spoke on the other line politely. “It’s been a while since you called me. Is someone troubling you?”

“Yes. A beggar just entered this hospital,” Carson answered, his brows furrowing. “Are your employees doing their jobs properly? How can you let a beggar be inside this hospital? Do you know how much trouble he gave me?”

Anthony went silent for a moment. The security guards at the entrance always had a list of all the patients who were allowed to go inside, so a beggar couldn’t go in. He wanted to tell that to Carson, but no one should go to the hidden heir’s bad side.

“I’m sorry for the trouble you experienced, Sir. I promise that this will not happen again,” Anthony said calmly. “May I ask where are you? I will ask my guards to accompany you. Aren’t there any guards nearby?”

There are two guards near the entrance, but Carson didn’t call them on purpose. It would make him look weaker, knowing that Damian defeated him in terms of strength. He would embarrass the whole Ferremento family alongside him.

“I don’t need any guards now. I’m fine, but that beggar went upstairs,” Carson looked at the elevator moving. “You should do something, don’t you think?”

“Yes, Sir! I’ll send my guards and I’m going there myself right now!”

"Great." Carson ended the call with a wicked smirk.

A few moments later, Anthony and his guards went to the reception area where Carson was waiting for them. Anthony was on a phone call since he asked the guards to find someone who looked like a beggar.

“There’s no beggar here, Sir,” the person informed Anthony on the other line. “But there’s someone on the fourteenth floor who looked like a commoner.”

“A commoner?”

“Yes, Sir. His shirt and pants are simple—No sign of expensive things,” the guard answered. “I also had some witnesses here. They said that he gripped sir Carson’s wrist earlier, but no one can call the security because of fear.”

“That fucking bastard… How dare he cause a scene here?” Anthony clenched his fists, annoyed that someone managed to break into their security. “Monitor him. We’re going there.”

Anthony ended the call and bowed in front of Carson. “We found him, Sir. Should we beat him to a pulp before throwing him away?"

“Do whatever you want with him. I’m counting on you.” Carson tapped Anthony’s back. “If you manage to break his bones, I’ll tell the higher-ups to promote you. Is that a fair deal?”

“Yes, Sir!”

Meanwhile, Damian was on the fourteenth floor, looking for the doctor’s room. He didn’t know that this hospital was humongous, and one floor alone already consisted of a hundred rooms. 

It’s time-consuming for him to wander around the hallways. Asking for directions from the guards would be a great idea, but all of them were looking at Damian like he was a criminal needed to be monitored.

‘Why are they looking at me like that?’ Damian wondered.

He  ignored it as he continued walking, but suddenly, tons of guards blocked his way.

“We don’t want to create any ruckus here, so we’ll let you leave this place quietly," said Anthony in a cold tone, which made Damian raise a brow.

“And why would I do that?”

“We received a report about an unauthorized person entering this hospital, and it’s you. You’re not on the list and didn’t have an appointment.” Anthony raised the document in his hand. "Leave while we're asking you nicely."

Damian’s expression became cold. "What if I don't want to?”

"We’ll make you leave, then.” Anthony smirked.

“I’m afraid you can’t do that.”

"You're seeking death, huh?" Anthony signaled one of his guards to attack Damian, which he did.

But to their surprise, Damian took him down in one single move.

“I told you, didn’t I? You can’t make me leave.”