The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel 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.

The male nurse just snorted, a mocking smile curling his lip. “The Iverson 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, try reporting me. See if the director cares to bother with you. You want special treatment for your decrepit old man? Dream on. If you want service, you’d better be ready to pay for it. Got any money left?”

Sawyer’s face darkened, but he didn’t waste any more words. He strode away, filled a cup with water from the nearest dispenser, and gently helped his father drink.

Afterwards, he went to the payment office, paid off Holbrook’s surgery and hospital bills, and—still seething—arranged to transfer his father to a regular room in another hospital.

Sawyer bought a folding cot and set it up beside Holbrook’s bed, settling in to stay and care for him himself.

Half a month passed. Not a single member of the Iverson family came to see Holbrook.

Holbrook knew his own condition, and now, more than ever, he longed for his grandchildren. But not one of them showed up.