Chapter 137
"M-Mr. Larson?"
Everyone''s eyes nearly popped out when they saw Michael, who was covered in sweat after running all
the way over!
Michael was the head of the household for a second-ss wealthy family, so people like Jeremy
Windsor and Francis Stein would not care much about him, but in the eyes of these ordinary doctors
and nurses, he was considered part of the upper echelon of society!
Yet, what they now saw was the chairman of Larson Motors panting like a dog after running over with
all his might.
They stared at each other in absolute shock.
Jude had turned scarlet as well.
He leaped out of his chair and rushed over to Michael as he greeted him courteously, "M-Mr. Larson,
what brings you here? I was just about to head over to the wards!"
Jude was merely a department head, and simply meeting Michael in person now was enough to leave
him stammering from excitement!
Beau, who was standing beside him, also felt his heart drumming with excitement.
He hurriedly checked his appearance as he wanted to leave a good impression on Michael.
Everyone was floored by the unexpected appearance of such an important man!
None of them seemed to recall that it was Kingsley''s phone call that brought him here.
When Michael got the call from Kingsley earlier, he did not even dare to hesitate for a single second.
He sprinted over the moment the call ended, and it was probably the fastest that he had ever run in his
life.
"Huff… huff…"
Michael had finally caught his breath, but before he could say anything, Jude walked up to him and
grasped his hand warmly. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Larson. My name is Jude Lynch, and I''m the head of
the cardiology department. I''m also in charge of Old Mrs. Fox''s treatment. Did youe over to
personally ask about Old Mrs. Fox''s condition? Please be rest assured, Mr. Larson. We''ll put in our
greatest effort to treat…"
Before Jude could finish speaking, Michael flung Jude''s hand away. "I''m not here to ask about
anything!"
He ignored the awkward expression on Jude''s face and headed over to Kingsley.
Meanwhile, Beau had been standing beside Kingsley the entire time.
When he saw Michael heading over in this direction, his excitement got the better of him. Before
Michael had even gotten close, he shoved Kingsley aside and went forward enthusiastically.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Larson! I''m a postgraduate student at Sris University of Medicine…"
Beau was right in the middle of his self-introduction when Michael cut him off with a frown. "Why on
earth would I care about who you are? Get out of my way!"
Right now, Michael was brimming with rage!
He hade over at Kingsley''s bidding, but from the moment he stepped into the room, these random
people kepting over and getting in his way!
Michael was furious, and he was scared that Kingsley might find fault with him for this.
Beau turned ashen after being shoved aside by Michael.
He exchanged nces with Jude as neither one of them knew what was going on with Michael.
However, before they had time to dwell on this, they were immediately dumbstruck by what they saw!
Michael walked over to Kingsley and greeted him courteously, "My dear son-inw, what did you need
from me?"
His words fell upon everyone else like a ton of bricks!
"S-Son-inw?"
Jude''s lips were quivering as he asked in disbelief, "M-Mr. Larson, h-he''s your son-inw?"
Beau''s face had also contorted into the ugliest of expressions!
"T-there''s no way! He didn''t even graduate from elementary school, so how can he be the Larsons''
son-inw?"
"That''s right… Mr. Larson, have you mistaken him for someone else?" Jude asked tersely. "He''s just a
bum, so he can''t possibly be your son-inw—"
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Smack!
Michael turned around and pped Jude right across the face as he bellowed, "Who the hell are you?
How dare you say such a thing about my precious son-inw?!"
Michael had used so much force that Jude felt his teeth loosening from the p!
Jude was thunderstruck!
Is that punk really the Larsons'' son-inw?! H-How''s that possible?
Beau had also frozen in shock, but he was cursing internally.
How can that punk be so lucky? Why is he the Larsons'' son-inw? How can a punk like him marry
Cecilia Larson, one of the Five Beauties of Cleapolis?
A lightbulb went off in Beau''s mind, and he eximed to Michael, "Mr. Larson, could it be that you have
been fooled by this guy? He didn''t even graduate from elementary school! Also, he was also just trying
to get another woman''s number earlier! I''m sure that he''s just toying with Miss Larson''s feelings and
trying to con his way into getting the Larson Familyfortune!"