Chapter 4

When I got home, I turned off my phone, drew the curtains, and went straight to bed.

The next morning, the moment I turned on my phone, it was full of missed calls from the Thompson family.

Then a strange number with a local area code called.

The moment I answered, a familiar voice came through.

"Dr. Mary! Please come back to the airport immediately! Mr. Thompson vomited blood and passed out on the plane!"

"The airline has approved a free business class seat for you—a private charter to Houston!"

It was yesterday's flight attendant.

I scoffed coldly and exposed her without mercy.

"Free business class? Just now weren't you saying I was poor and only deserved to be thrown off the plane?"

"Stop your nonsense!"

She panicked, her tone still imperious.

"The Thompson family is pressuring the airline right now. If I lose my job because of you, I won't let you off! Get over here now!"

I hung up directly and blocked this number too.

But less than half an hour later, there was pounding on my door.

"BANG BANG BANG!"

Accompanied by a strong, pungent smell.

"Mary! You murderous quack! Get out here!"

I yanked the door open.

A bucket of red paint splashed across my security door, dripping down through the crack.

The flight attendant, with several security guards in airline uniforms, blocked my doorway menacingly.

The hallway was already filled with neighbors peeking out, their gossiping voices rising.

"What a sin. She usually seems like such a quiet girl, but she's actually a black-hearted doctor."

"Exactly! Someone came to her door and threw paint. She must have done something terrible!"

The flight attendant heard the surrounding discussion and became even more pleased.

"Everyone look! This is the quack doctor!"

"She took the patient's money but didn't do her job, deliberately delaying treatment until the patient's life was in danger!"

"Now she's hiding at home playing dead. This kind of black-hearted doctor should be arrested and sentenced!"

Her face was twisted. She'd obviously been pushed to the edge by the Thompson family and wanted to use me as a scapegoat to earn favor.

"You think hiding will work? Today you'll crawl to Houston even if you have to!"

I looked at the red paint all over the floor. Just as I was about to call the police, heavy footsteps came from the stairwell.

Several bodyguards in black roughly pushed aside the onlooking neighbors.

Butler John came upstairs, looking down at me from above.

The flight attendant immediately rushed to greet him when she saw him.

"Mr. John, look! I found this woman! She definitely won't delay Mr. Thompson's treatment!"

John didn't even give her a proper glance. He walked straight to me.

"Dr. Mary, finished throwing your tantrum?"

He pulled out a check and waved it between his fingers.

"Six million. Double the price."

"Come with me right now, and our family can let bygones be bygones."

I didn't even look at the check. I coldly spat out two words.

"Not going."

"Don't be ungrateful!"

John's face instantly darkened as he dropped all pretense.

"You really think you can afford to offend our family?"

He leaned in slightly, his voice extremely low but bone-chillingly cold.

"If you won't go willingly, I'll tie you up and drag you to the operating table today."

"If you won't operate, our family has ways to make you operate."

"I heard Dr. Mary's mother is currently staying at Green Care Nursing Home?"

My whole body shook.

They were despicable enough to track down my mother's location!

"You dare touch my mother and see what happens!"

I clenched my teeth, staring at him.

"To cure the young master's illness, our family will do anything."

John sneered continuously, his face full of arrogance.

"You'd better be smart and go pack your things now."

"Otherwise, I guarantee your mother will be kicked out of the nursing home today and left homeless on the streets!"

The surrounding bodyguards immediately stepped forward and restrained me.

The flight attendant gloated from the side.

"Did you hear? You dare show off in front of the Thompson family? How audacious!"

Looking at their shameless behavior, I suddenly laughed.

John frowned, extremely impatient. "What are you laughing at!"

"I'm laughing at how stupid you are."

I stopped smiling and looked at the flight attendant who was still gloating.

"You think I don't want to save Thompson?"

"Even if I go now, he won't survive."

John's face changed dramatically. He grabbed my collar. "What do you mean!"