Hearing this, Timothy was so shocked that he almost peed his pants. He ran over, slapped Mrs. Wayne twice, and yelled, “Shut up, b*tch!”

Dazed by the strike, Mrs. Wayne covered her face. “W-Why did you hit me…”

Timothy roared, “Why did I hit you? Just be glad that I didn’t kill you. If it wasn’t for you, would my son turn out like this?”

With that, Mrs. Wayne anxiously pleaded, “W-What did I do? He was the one who delayed my son’s treatment. What does it have to do with me…”

“If you had shown some respect to Mr. Larson, our son would have been cured a long time ago. He wouldn’t be in such a state now,” Timothy said angrily. “Didn’t you drive Mr. Larson away yesterday?”

“Uhm…” Mrs. Wayne stammered, “Well, he is just a cleaner…”

Timothy jabbed, “So what if he’s a cleaner? He stabilized our son’s condition, so I consider him a doctor. On the contrary, the doctor you invited from Bainbridge couldn’t even cure our son!”

said unwillingly, “It is his honor to be able to treat my

furious that he almost vomited blood. Matthew was Billy’s good friend. How could someone like him be short of

so rich, you can go hire a

anxious. Where would she be able to find another doctor in such short

my mind. Goodbye!” Matthew turned around and left. Timothy was so troubled that he was on the brink of tears as he quickly stopped Matthew. “Mr. Larson, I’m sorry. Please don’t bother listening

starting to vomit blood again!” An exclamation came from the

she begged anxiously, “Save my son. Hurry!

not approach the ward. Timothy’s complexion flushed red. He suddenly turned around and slapped Mrs. Wayne’s

Larson, please save my son. I was wrong.

“Alright, then. I will give face to Mr.

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