I Am the Ruler of All

At this moment, Jennifer and Brian saw Kingsley as well. Thump!

Stunned by the presence before them, they immediately tossed away the cleaning tools in their hands and fell on their knees simultaneously. "Mr. Nicholson and Dr. Kramer, we were wrong! We don't want to clean the toilets anymore… Please plead with Dr. Lynch and Dr. Daniels for us. We're really sorry for what we've done…"

Kingsley shot a frosty and condescending look at the pair. He left right away, taking Alice by the hand while leaving Jennifer and Brian kneeling on the ground in a flood of tears. He refused to care about these sinister fools who abuse those who were down.

Then, he reminded, "Alice, let me know if these people give you a hard time again. I'll sort them out for you."

Alice's face broke into a smile. "Don't you worry. I'm not the kind of person who puts myself at the mercy of others."

"Is that so?" He squeezed her little hand. "Well, a surgeon's hands indeed feel different. It's soft and tender—"

A blushing Alice retracted her hand and gently pounded Kingsley. "Stop it!" she chided. Then, she stopped in her tracks and feigned anger by saying, "Alright, just leave on your own. I won't be seeing you off. I'll be busy telling Reene what you did to me!"

He let out a chuckle, knowing that she still had work to do. So, he gestured for her to make a move by nodding. "Alright, Alice. You should proceed with your work. I'll come again the day after tomorrow."

After leaving Hill Crest Hospital, he drove straight to the construction site of the Nicholson Family Cemetery where the Summers Residence once was.

As soon as Kingsley drove past the gate, his eyes instantly brightened as the cemetery's layout began to take shape. It was built in complete accordance with the standards of ancient imperial tombs. Not only was it complete with everything that included an enclosure, a sacred passageway, a pavilion housing, a stone tablet and ornamental columns, they were all made of materials of the highest quality. The main hall had yet to be built, but it was evident how much care and effort Leroy had exercised into the cemetery.

After entering the internal construction site via a road lined with newly-planted trees, Kingsley saw Leroy at a glance. Wearing a safety helmet, Leroy was crouching on the ground and eating from a lunch box with a bunch of workers.

When Leroy saw Kingsley's car, he hurriedly placed his lunch box onto the ground that was covered with plastic and stood up. "Mr. Nicholson!"

The other workers also followed suit and respectfully addressed, "Mr. Nicholson."

"Is this what you guys have for lunch?" Kingsley frowned slightly. "Hadn't I told you before that you don't have to be penny-pinching?"

Leroy scratched his head with a silly grin. "It's not about saving money. I just wanted to speed up the construction instead of wasting time on meals. Old Mr. and Mrs. Nicholson's remains are still in the House of Mercy, so I want to work extra hours to finish building the cemetery as quickly as possible."

Kingsley was inwardly moved by Leroy's words, after which he patted Leroy on the shoulder with gratitude. "Thanks for the hard work."

As soon as Kingsley had said so, Leroy knelt before him. "Mr. Nicholson, my sister has told me everything. Not only did you help us, the Johnsons, through the crisis, but you had even treated my father's long-time illness. I can never repay the great kindness you've shown us!"

"Alright, that's enough. A guy shouldn't be weeping like this." Kingsley pulled Leroy to his feet. Then, he deliberately and stoically advised, "Be more cautious about your meals. Be sure to follow the standard of 100 per meal for everyone. Also, starting from this afternoon, you no longer have to oversee the construction here."

A stunned Leroy wiped his tears away and asked, "Mr. Nicholson, do you have other tasks for me…"

"Yes, I do. Starting from this afternoon, you'll have to go to the hospital to look after your father," Kingsley said with a smile. "You're not to return for work until he's able to stand up on his own."

"H-How can I do that?" Leroy waved his hands repeatedly. "I can only repay you by working hard over here. How can I—"