Chapter 140


    The women outside frowned in disgust, and some of the nurses who slept with Beau started to retch.


    "Oh my god! I slept with this kind of trash before? Unbelievable!"


    Kingsley turned his attention to Jude, who was coughing up blood and looking like a trainwreck. "Since


    Dr. Woolley doesn''t want to make the call, why don''t you do it for him, Mr. Lynch?"


    Jude shivered in fear and knelt down with a thud before Kingsley. "Please, no!" He felt himself tremble


    in fear, and his blood ran cold. The director has been looking forward to this donation. He''s going to kill


    me if I tell him he''s not getting a single cent. He could even fire, or worse, torture me! He banged his


    head on the ground, begging for mercy. "Please, Mr. Nicholson. I can do anything, but just don''t rescind


    the donation."


    An idea struck him, and he crawled over to the desk, rummaging through the items until he found the


    staff''s contact book. "Mr. Nicholson, this is Dr. Kramer''s number. We recorded her address here too!"


    He held the form out for Kingsley, begging, "Please, have mercy on us."


    Kingsley took the form from him. "Toote for regrets," he said coolly.


    It was a simple answer, but it was enough to make Beau and Jude plop down in despair. Their faces


    were as pale as a sheet, as if their souls were no longer with them.


    Michael stared at them and quickly said, "Kingsley, why don''t I call the director?" He was worried


    Kingsley might take back his promise in a moment of kindness. I''d have been delighted for nothing.


    "Very well then." Kingsley nodded. He went to the exit, but before he left, he said, "I''m leaving this in


    your hands because I need to go to the wards and see if Reene''s awake. And the Foxes, is it? I''ll make


    sure I see Helen soon."


    Michael answered right away, "Sure, Kingsley. Leave everything to me."


    Kingsley left Jude''s office. At the same time, Jeffred was spending his time off at home. He was


    lounging on his couch, his legs resting on the coffee table. The man was watching TV, though he was


    thinking about the 450,000 he was about to receive. The thought of making five years'' worth of sry


    at one go delighted him. He eventually started humming, but then his phone rang. Jeffred craned his


    neck, then cleared his throat when he saw that it was from Michael. He sat up straight and took the call.


    "Hello, Mr. Larson." He was starting to hyperventte, thinking that Michael was already going to


    donate the money right away.


    "Mr. Church, we''ve decided to rescind the donation," Michael said coldly.


    "W-What?" Jeffred froze up, as if a bucket of ice water was poured on his head. "W-What happened,


    Mr. Larson? Why did you rescind the donation?"


    "You''ll have to ask Mr. Jude and Dr. Woolley for that. You know, from the cardiology department,"


    Michael answered. "They insulted my son-inw. I will not donate any money to your hospital."


    "T-They insulted your son-inw?" Jeffred was bbergasted. Why did those morons insult his son-in-


    law?


    "Yes," Michael said curtly. "And his name is Kingsley Nicholson. In fact, you can ask Mr. Lynch for the


    details." Michael handed Jude the phone.


    Jude took the phone from him, though it felt like a hand grenade for him. His face was ashen as he


    said, "M-Mr. Church…"


    "Did you f*cking insult his son-inw? Why did you do that, you moron?" Jeffred roared.


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    Jude and Beau trembled in terror.


    "Mr. Church, I—"


    Before he could finish, Jeffred roared, "Shut the f*ck up! Apologize to that Kingsley guy right now! I


    don''t care how you do it, but make sure he lets you off the hook, or you and Beau are fired!"