Chapter 5

"Ask her."

"Yesterday at the airport departure hall, she broke my suitcase."

"She also crushed the special medicine I specifically prepared for Thompson."

"Without this medicine to protect his heart meridian, forget surgery—he won't even survive the anesthesia!"

The smile on the flight attendant's face instantly froze.

"Stop slandering me!"

"You deliberately spilled your things yourself, and now you want to blame me?"

"Butler John, don't listen to this crazy woman. She's a fraud!"

I watched her panic and found it laughable.

"The departure hall surveillance recorded everything clearly. Want to check it yourself?"

John stared at me hard, as if trying to judge whether I was telling the truth.

After a long moment, he snorted coldly.

"Stop making excuses! Our family has access to all the precious medicinal materials in the world. At worst, we'll have someone prepare another dose!"

"Now, come with me immediately!"

He waved his hand. Several bodyguards in black directly lifted me up and forcibly stuffed me into a black business van parked downstairs.

Several hours later, I was brought to the entrance of Houston First Hospital's intensive care unit.

Through the glass, Thompson was covered in tubes, and the monitor beside him emitted sharp alarm sounds.

"Heart rate continuously dropping! Blood pressure barely measurable!"

Several experts surrounded the bed, sweating profusely but helpless.

"The miracle doctor is here!"

John pushed through the crowd and pulled me to the front.

At the end of the corridor, an elderly man with silver hair and an imposing presence walked over with a cane.

Thompson's grandfather, Paul, looked me up and down and directly handed me a blank check.

"Fill in any amount you want."

"As long as you can save my grandson, our family won't treat you poorly."

"But if you can't save him..."

His voice suddenly turned cold, full of killing intent.

"I'm afraid your mother won't be safe."

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms.

The Thompson family members were all cut from the same cloth.

"Mr. Paul, you certainly have impressive authority."

I looked at him coldly, not taking the check.

"Unfortunately, your grandson's life can't be bought back with any amount of money."

Paul flew into a rage, raising his cane and striking it heavily on the ground.

"Outrageous! You dare curse my grandson!"

"Someone, tie her up and throw her in the operating room! Today she'll operate whether she wants to or not!"

The bodyguards immediately surrounded me.

I didn't resist. I just took out my phone from my pocket and opened a video.

I held the phone screen up to Paul's face and pressed play.

In the video was yesterday's scene of the flight attendant crushing the medicine.

"This medicine is one of a kind in the world."

"Without this medicine to protect his heart meridian, even God couldn't save him."

Paul suddenly turned his head and looked at the flight attendant cowering in the corner.

The flight attendant was so frightened her legs gave out. She fell directly to her knees.

"Please let me explain..."

"SLAP!"

A loud slap landed hard on her face.

The flight attendant's face instantly swelled on one side, blood trickling from her mouth.

She covered her face, scared out of her wits.

"It wasn't me! It was her! This woman is lying!"

The flight attendant pointed at me, trying to throw all the blame on me.

Paul was shaking with rage, his hand pointing at the flight attendant trembling.