The Return Of The Underworld Boss

ALEXANDER, LET'S GET A DIVORCE!!

"Doctor!! Doctor!! Nurse!!" Alexander yelled as he ran frantically through the hospital corridors.

He couldn't find his mother and was extremely worried. He had become rich and wanted to share the news with his mother and make sure she was healthy, but she was nowhere to be found.

Alexander's heart was racing, and he was filled with fear.

"Be quiet!" someone passing by scolded him. But Alexander ignored them and rushed to the doctor's office.

He knew it was late at night and the hospital was supposed to be quiet, but he didn't care. His mother meant everything to him.

As he arrived at the doctor's office, he pushed the door open with force and demanded, "Doctor, where is my mother?"

The tall, thin doctor with glasses looked at him puzzled and asked angrily, "Who is your mother, young man? And how dare you barge in here?"

The security guards working in the hospital had already begun making their way towards the Doctor's office.

They had been notified of someone causing a disturbance in the hospital's premises. As such, they wasted no time in responding to the situation.

"Doctor, if you don't provide my mother, I Alexander Greece will close down this hospital today," Alexander said with his anger rising.

Unbeknownst to him, he had already begun displaying an aura of a real wealthy person,"

Just as the security guards were about to grab him, the doctor mumbled slowly, "Alexander Greece! Greece!!"

In the next moment, his eyes widened with a look of realization dawning on his face. In a moment of urgency, the doctor called out to the security guards, "Let him go quickly!"

Despite feeling bewildered and unsure of what was happening, the guards quickly followed the doctor's orders and released the man.

With a sense of relief, the doctor reassured them, "You can go now, there's no issue."

As the security guards left, the doctor couldn't help but feel a faint sweat forming on his forehead. A wave of fear washed over him, as he realized the gravity of the situation.

He faced Alexander and bowed humbly, addressing him with respect, "Mister! Mister Greece, please forgive my behavior. I had no idea it was you. I beg for your forgiveness." The doctor's tone had changed completely. He was no longer arrogant, but instead had become more humble and apologetic.

Alexander, who was still standing angrily, appeared to have regained his composure. He didn't seem to pay much attention to the doctor's formal tone and instead asked the question that had been weighing on his mind, "Where is my mother, Maria Jones?"

"She's currently in our VVIP ward, Mr. Greece. We have been providing her with constant care and attention, and I can assure you that she's in good hands. All the necessary payments for her treatment have been taken care of, including the advance payments," replied the doctor.

Hearing his response, the relief that Alexander felt was tangible. It was clear that he had been worried sick about his mother's health and whereabouts.

He suspected that Jameson, the butler of the Greece family, had played a role in arranging for his mother's treatment and settling the medical bills.

Given the Greece family's prominent position in the country, it came as no surprise to him that Jameson, who was responsible for managing their affairs, was aware of his mother's circumstances. Though he had some questions to ask him, he knew he probably wouldn't get the answers now.

Alexander went to visit his mother who was admitted to the VVIP ward. Upon seeing her asleep, he decided to return the following day. As he left the hospital, his thoughts shifted to his personal tasks.

He needed to check the card balance and purchase a new phone, but as it was night time, he postponed these errands until tomorrow. Exhausted from the day's events, he was eager to return home and rest.

However, as he rode, Alexander's mood shifted. He started to recollect what had transpired earlier in the day.

Doubts began to creep into his mind, and he thought to himself, "What if the recording wasn't real? It could have been manipulated. And maybe she was just angry at the time, and didn't really mean what she said to me."

Alexander's mind was filled with conflicting thoughts as he tried to make sense of the events that had taken place. He was torn between believing the recording, taking her words to heart and giving his wife the benefit of the doubt. He really wanted to confront Emily and clarify the situation.

As he got home, he quietly opened the door and sneakily made his way inside. His mother in-law, Esther Johnson was a tigress and troublemaker.

She was the person who hated him the most and every opportunity she found, she made sure to downgrade him.

Just as he was about closing the door, he was startled by a loud voice, "Oh, if it isn't the loser. You are back from delivery poop right. My daughter was really blind and foolish to have married you," Esther Johnson taunted.

"Mother!" Alexander said in a low voice.

She sneered angrily, "I'm not your mother. I can never be a mother to a worthless garbage like you. You are nothing but a sore loser, you've been sponging off my daughter. Real men give their wives and family money but yours is the other way round. Aren't you ashamed? Are you truly a man?"

"Infact, mom, I'm !"

Alexander who was about to speak was interrupted with a slap, "Shut up! If my daughter wasn't married to you, I would be living the dream life with luxury clothing, fancy cars, nice house. You are a disappointment and a walking bad luck,"

She spat on him.

"Mom, that's too harsh," Emily's sister, Joyce spoke as she came out. Her mother's loud voice had woken her up.

However before her mother could respond, a voice sounded from inside the house, "Alexander, let's get a divorce tomorrow,"