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.

I call the director?” He was worried Kingsley might take back his promise in a moment of kindness. I’d have been delighted for

hands because I need to go to the wards and see if Reene’s awake. And

answered right away, “Sure, Kingsley. Leave everything

years’ worth of salary at one go delighted him. He eventually started humming, but

we’ve decided to rescind the donation,”

of ice water was poured on his head. “W-What happened, Mr.

from the cardiology department,” Michael answered. “They

son-in-law?” Jeffred was flabbergasted.

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