Master of his heart

Chapter 629

“The Rowlands! Get out of Beaconsfield!”

“The Rowland Hospital is corrupt! Zaiden has blood on his hands!”

“Rowlands, go to hell! Justice will be served!”

The crowd had encircled the

embers of the Rowland and the Clements families, hurling rotten

eggs with such precision it was clear they had practice.

Just moments ago, a group of cancer patients‘ family members had gone public with a damning accusation against Zaiden. The details were horrifying..

for him. Finding no recourse through official channels, the common folk seized the moment to expose Zaiden’s

had exploded, and the recorded video detailing the tearful testimonials of suffering families

cancer with metastasis. There was no hope for treatment, they said. But Zaiden promised a cure if we sold our house and pulled together over a million dollars for top–notch medical care. We spent every penny, and then my granddad passed. They have no medical ethics. We demand justice

cycle cancer patients through surgery, chemotherapy, and radiation. They milked money from each department until there was nothing left, then left them to alternative medicine to die. My spouse had early–stage lung cancer and suffered this torture for three months before passing. The Rowlands have blood on their hands! I

Hospital saves no one! It only

with Zaiden’s own incriminating audio, it was the nail in the

immense. Education, healthcare, and law are society’s pillars. As long as education remained fair, there was hope for the underprivileged to rise. With ethical healthcare, life was respected. If

exploiting desperate families in their darkest hours. The Rowlands‘ complicity still allowed him to climb the ranks

by righteous anger after watching the video. News of the Rowlands‘ impending marriage with the Clements had spread, and now the protesters had tracked them down to the Harmony Haven Hotel.

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rotten eggs and spoiled lettuce. In a desperate attempt to

Clements were now tainted by association and accused of

despicable lot, all deserving of

don’t value our lives! To hell with

her cheeks stung not just from the physical blows but from the chaos of it all. She looked into the angry faces; In their eyes, she saw the desire to tear her apart.