The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 241

That day, Sawyer went straight to the hospital where Holbrook was staying.

He searched every corner of the VIP ward Holbrook used to occupy, but found no sign of him. In the end, Sawyer discovered Holbrook lying alone on a makeshift cot in a hallway of the general ward.

Holbrook looked utterly abandoned, stretched out on that narrow hospital bed in the corridor. He kept calling out for water, but none of the nurses bustling past paid him the slightest attention.

Sawyer's eyes burned with anger and something dangerously close to tears. Without thinking, he grabbed a male nurse by the collar and slammed him against the wall.

"Can't you see?" Sawyer ground out through clenched teeth. "My father's thirsty- he's been asking for water. Are you all deaf or just heartless?"

"You call yourself a nurse? Where's your sense of basic decency?" Sawyer's voice was shaking with fury. "What's your name and ID? I'm going to report you." He dug his phone out of his pocket and dialed the hospital director's number.

But no one picked up.

A sick realization crept over Sawyer's face; he could guess what was happening.

family's bankrupt. What are you getting all high and mighty for? You still think you're Mr. Iverson?" He sneered, straightening his wrinkled uniform after shoving Sawyer's hand away. "Go ahead,

waste any more words. He strode away, filled a cup with water from the

off Holbrook's surgery and hospital bills, and—still seething-arranged to transfer his father to a regular room

bought a folding cot and set it up beside Holbrook's bed, settling

a single member of the

condition, and now, more than ever, he longed for his grandchildren. But not one of

in those two weeks, his voice thin and weary when he turned to his son and asked, "Sawyer... do

to the hospital half a month ago, insisting he hire a nurse for their father and refusing to set foot there herself.

he'd thought was a happy family was, in reality, just

how to answer

saw his son's silence

some reason, his thoughts

had visited the old family home every single week, without fail, to play chess with him or bring him vitamins and herbal supplements. Back when