Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir by Ryker Helios

38. Make it right.

The look on everyone’s faces is incomprehensibly stunned the moment I re-enter the hospital with its director in tow. The nurses at the reception all stand up as they see him approach, and Clara’s face pales.

I feel a little bit guilty about what I had done. I know that I am misusing a power that I have on hand. But what choice have I been left with? Ever since I entered this world, I’ve tried to treat people with compassion and kindness. But it only backfired on me and made me look like a right idiot. Now, it seems, that the wisest way was to treat people the same way they treated me.

“Who is the nurse manning the reception front desk today?” Pat demands as soon as we come to a stand in front of the reception table.

The nurses look at one another and Clara takes a step forward.

“I am at the front desk sir,” she says in a voice that is close to shivering.

I tamp down the feeling of guilt. My friend is in the ER getting treated after being shot. I cannot afford guilt.

“Nurse Clara, isn’t it?” The director asks and Clara nods.

“Well, Nurse Clara, care to tell me why you refused to put down Mr Greyson as the accounted of the shooting patient that was just brought in?”

“Sir, Mr. Greyson

he now?” the director takes a step forward, tell me, Nurse,

nurse shakes her

only son, and heir, of Joseph Greyson.

try my hardest not to shift from foot to foot out of awkwardness. Perhaps calling

lips part, “he was making a

to the other nurses. “Tell me, is this the truth? Was Mr. Greyson making a scene? Was he threatening the nurses? Was he

look at one another. Finally,

man over there only wanted his friend’s hospital bill to be

conduct of customer care and interaction, but now I wonder, did I hire a group of babies. to do the job of grown adults?” condescension drips from his voice as he sneers. “Tell me the truth and truth only, from the beginning to the end. Lie to me again,

as white as a bedsheet, mumbles the whole incident from start to finish. She doesn’t gloss over her behavior, nor on mine. She hangs her head in what

her voice carries through the hall. At the end of the testimony,

lawyers Do you know how many lawsuits your needlessly cruel behavior could’ve spawned? Gross negligence of a patient’s needs,

I can’t handle the guilt, not anymore. I hate the fact that she left me with no choice because I do not enjoy. seeing people be reduced to quivering messes like this. Why the hell couldn’t