The Established Siblings of the Pack

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. “Too late 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.

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

but before he left, he said, “I’m leaving this in your hands because I need to go to the wards and

right away, “Sure, Kingsley. Leave everything

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 salary 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 hyperventilate, thinking that Michael was already

rescind

bucket of ice water was poured

know, from the cardiology department,” Michael

Jeffred was flabbergasted. Why did those morons insult his

Kingsley Nicholson. In fact, you can ask Mr. Lynch for the details.” Michael handed