Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!

Chapter 203

Chapter 203:

Daniela, who not only operated a successful design firm but had ventured into the medical field, was well-equipped to help. Much of the hospital’s cutting-edge equipment came from her company, and her connections and resources far surpassed their own.

Caiden, clutching a phone borrowed from the doctor, stepped aside and implored in a hushed, desperate tone, “Please, as a personal favor to me, could you come to the hospital? This is a life-or-death situation. Even if you don’t consider us family anymore, perhaps you could help us as strangers in dire need?” Tears streamed down his face as he spoke.

When Brylee had been there, she had fortified his world, giving him the freedom to live a blissful life, playing with his pets without a second thought. After Brylee’s passing, he stepped back from the company, thriving on the monumental empire she had left behind—enough to carry him through forever. His days were filled with bliss, enchanted by Katrina’s captivating presence.

But now, confronted with this dire crisis, he was begging Daniela for help.

“Daniela, I’m begging you, get here as fast as you can! Things could take a very dark turn if you don’t!” Caiden’s desperate plea crackled through the phone line.

The attending doctor had rarely encountered such raw vulnerability—a father who seemed shattered, unsure of where to turn.

at his eyes, briefly masking his sorrow

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again,

Silence greeted him—no response.

indulged her every whim, sparing no expense for her happiness. Now, amidst the turmoil, he expected her

who had entangled them

bring a substantial sum of money. In his haste to reach the

several times

at the hospital. We need fifty thousand dollars. Ronald requires surgery, and Wyatt and Mom need to be hospitalized

end, Joyce sighed dramatically, her

the safe key, so I can’t access the money. I’m not going to that hospital. It’s full of sickness and bacteria, and as someone who’s pregnant, I’d think my health would be

wave of helplessness

best to employ a

Joyce had felt a twinge