Joseph handed the pack of cigarettes to the doctor with an embarrassed smile and said, "Doctor, I didn't bring much, but here's a pack of cigarettes for you. Please, could you check my daughter again—"The doctor's expression fell as he looked at the pack of cigarettes. His face darkened, and he was visibly irritated. Usually, he received money, phone cards, or various expensive coffee beans that were worth hundreds or even thousands of dollars. Even cigarettes, when given as gifts, were usually in boxes, not just a single pack worth only ten dollars.Seeing the shabby appearance of Joseph, the doctor's anger flared up. In an instant, he slammed his hand on the table and swatted the pack of cigarettes away. It fell onto Joseph and then dropped to the floor.James Zimmerman, the doctor pointed angrily at Joseph, shouting, "What are you doing, old man? What's the point of this worthless gift? Are you trying to harm me? Don't you know the hospital's rules against accepting gifts? Get o
James was horrified. His face twisted in fear as he tried to retreat, but he couldn't match Timothy's speed.Timothy, fueled by intense rage, moved like lightning. As his voice fell, he was already upon James. With a powerful kick, he struck the man's face, sending him flying across the room, chair and all. The impact left a dent in the wall, with a smear of blood marking the spot. James screamed as he slid to the floor, his face a picture of misery.James's glasses were shattered, a large footprint was embedded on his face, and his jaw was dislocated. With blood and teeth spilled from his mouth, he convulsed on the ground.Timothy's face darkened as he approached James, bringing with him a black cloud of murderous intent. Having just returned from his call, he had overheard James's scathing remarks towards his father. His family was his bottom line, and he would not tolerate any insults toward them.Meeting his gaze, James nearly wet himself. The look in Timothy's eyes was like th
"I don't care who started this mess. If you're hitting people, you're in the wrong! To cause trouble in a hospital is a double offense! Get him, everyone! Take this kid down!" Carl said.Timothy's gaze grew icy. "So you're just going to resort to violence without understanding the truth? You really think you're something."Carl looked at Timothy and his family, then burst into laughter as if he'd heard a joke. His gaze was filled with disdain. "The truth? You poor people think you deserve to talk about the truth? Who do you think you are? You're nothing but lowly scum, not worth discussing anything with!"James slinked behind the security guards, glaring at Timothy. "We're going to teach this whole family a lesson today. Mr. Zuckerberg, it's not just this brat causing trouble. His whole family is trouble. Teach them all a lesson. Thanks!"Carl grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellowed teeth. "No problem! I've been itching for a fight!"At once, the guards charged at Timothy with t
As more and more people gathered in the hallway, Joseph and Cora's faces turned pale. They had never been in such a situation before. Out of nervousness, their palms became drenched with sweat.Timothy remained calm and composed. He pulled over a chair and sat down. Then, he smiled at them and said, "Mom, Dad, you sit down. If I say tell you everything will be alright, it will be as I said."Cora nervously bit her lip and glanced at Joseph. Joseph returned her gaze with a bitter smile and said, "Honey, since Tim is asking us not to worry, then there's nothing to be worried about.""But…" Cora still felt uneasy.This was Lomford City's largest hospital. It most probably had a powerful and influential backing or benefactor. As ordinary citizens, they didn't even dare raise their voices around the doctors here.Now, Timothy had caused such a big scene at such a prominent place. Cora was understandably both anxious and worried.She took in Timothy's calm demeanor and sat down with a
Timothy snorted coldly, "Don't give me that nonsense. If I hadn't acted, would you have even shown up? Now you're all talking nicely and asking for an explanation. I'm the one who should be getting a reasonable answer from you."Right now, it's just one department that's problematic. If you push me any further, I'll turn your whole hospital upside down.""You wouldn't dare!" Isabelle screamed back."Try me!" Timothy challenged.Neither was willing to back down. The air became thick with hostility as the tension between them arose. Timothy stood his ground and stared frostily at Isabelle.Isabelle shuddered reflexively. For a brief moment, she found Timothy's gaze terrifying. She had a fleeting thought of backing down and submitting to him to avoid conflict.Outside, the murmuring of the crowd grew louder. People started to point and whisper at the scenario unfolding before them. Isabelle blushed slightly and bit her lip hard. She pointed at Timothy furiously and said, "I know
The cocky man leading the group of police inspectors was Ivan Barton, who happened to be Isabelle's cousin. When Isabelle saw him arrive, she went over to him and complained, "You're finally here, Ivan. That guy over there is the troublemaker!"She then pointed at Timothy. Ivan frowned as he sized Timothy up for a moment before scoffing dismissively. "I thought he was someone important, but he's just a punk! Don't worry, Isabelle. I'll make sure to teach him a lesson!""Thank you, Ivan," Isabelle replied happily.With a wave of his hand, Ivan's group of inspectors immediately assumed an aggressive stance. Ivan sneered, "Hey, punk. Will you put on the cuffs and come with us quietly, or should we give you a beating first? You have a death wish, stirring up trouble here."With a smug smirk, Isabelle looked at Timothy and taunted, "Where's all your bravado now? Weren't you so tough just a moment ago? If you're so good at fighting, why don't you try taking on the police inspectors
Isabelle clenched her fists so tightly that her nails turned white. The once beautiful expression on her face was now full of resentment. She never would have imagined that Timothy would know the head of Ivan's precinct and that he would even address Timothy as "Mr. Yeager". She couldn't help but wonder who exactly Timothy was.The more arrogant she'd been earlier, the more humiliated she was now. Isabelle could feel her cheeks heat up. She was embarrassed as the onlookers in the hallway whispered and pointed at her, causing her face to alternate between different shades of pink and red.Timothy glanced at her indifferently and said, "Why aren't you speaking? When there's a problem, you solve it, not run from it. If you still don't admit your mistakes, don't blame me for making a scene in your hospital today."His tone was calm, steady, and firm. There was even a faint smile on his lips as if the words he spoke were nothing more than routine things that one did instinctively witho
Moreover, Marshall's attitude was quite decent. Timothy's mentor had mentioned before that the patriarch of the Barton family was somewhat eccentric and shrewd in handling affairs. Despite those quirks, he wasn't a bad person overall.Soon, Marshall arranged for another doctor to examine Tiana. As Timothy was about to accompany her and go into the examination room, Marshall smiled and said, "Mr. Yeager, may I invite you to my office for a chat?"Timothy contemplated for a few seconds and glanced at Marshall. "Sure.""That's great. This way please, Mr. Yeager." Marshall then turned his gaze toward Isabelle and ordered, "Come to my office too, Isabelle."Isabelle bit her lip. Her eyes were a little red as she shot Marshall an aggrieved look. She was upset but didn't dare to defy her grandfather, so she followed them reluctantly.They went to the top floor of the hospital, where the director's office was located at. Timothy sat on a luxurious leather couch while Isabelle sat next