Riches in Disguise

But Felicia grabbing my arm was futile because I kept stepping on the pedal.

The car charged straight toward Mr. Donovan without hesitation. At the last moment, just before the car hit him, Mr. Donovan's eyes widened in fear, and he quickly tried to dodge the vehicle.

However, he was a step too slow. The car struck his lower body, sending him flying.

His lackeys were dumbfounded.

I stopped the car and rolled down the window, tossing a business card to the stunned lackeys on the side of the road. "Take this to handle the compensation."

With that, I pressed the gas pedal again and drove off.

In the rearview mirror, I could see the frightened young woman fleeing in panic. The lackeys scattered. Some rushed to pick up the card, others went to help Mr. Donovan, and a few pulled out their phones. They were either calling the ambulance or the police.

The roses, speakers, and candles all over the road were crushed into a mess of debris under my wheels.

Felicia was horrified. "William, you hit someone..."

"Don't worry. Someone will handle it."

This was the advantage of privilege.

Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't resort to using such advantages because I disliked them myself. But this wasn't a normal situation. Those men had blocked the road in the middle of the night to harass a young woman. Getting hit was exactly what they deserved.

As soon as we arrived, Felicia pushed open the car door and bolted toward the building before I could even park properly. I followed her hurriedly.

When we got upstairs, Mrs. Cylon was still in surgery.noveldrama

Upon hearing of my arrival, the hospital director immediately came over with other hospital leaders and several senior doctors. They invited Felicia and me into a conference room.

"The situation doesn't look that good. These are the test results from when your mother was first brought in."

The director handed over a thick file to us. Felicia quickly opened it, but the document was filled with medical jargon that neither of us could understand.

Frustrated, I shoved the file aside. "Just tell us about her condition."

"Alright then. I'll be straightforward. The patient's heart, lungs, and liver have suffered extremely severe damage. Combined with excessive blood loss, she's in a highly critical state.

"Since the patient was not brought in promptly, she missed the optimal time for treatment. I'm afraid that this will lead to a poor prognosis."

He adjusted his glasses before adding, "You both should mentally prepare for the worst."

Hearing this, Felicia immediately

covered her mouth. Even though she

tried to hold it in, she still began to

cry silently. Since the hospital director said so, it was likely the outcome was already certain.

"If we bring in better doctors, is there any hope?" I asked seriously.

The director shook his head slowly. "With injuries this severe, it won't make a difference regardless of which doctor you call in unless

miracle happens. The patient net

vital

signs have already reached acritical point.

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"The surgery is merely an attempt to extend her life slightly so she can say her final words to her loved ones."

"No..."

Not able to handle it anymore, Felicia got up and ran out of the conference room.

I turned to look at her, gritting my teeth. I felt helpless. Life was just too fragile. In the face of life and death, money was often completely useless.