Filed to story: The Regretful Billionaire: An Unpredicted Reunion
“Dr. Zellweger, you’re here.” The girl’s mother looked fatigued. She waved at the girl, and she ran to her side.
Danika walked over, asking, ‘How are you feeling today? After a couple more rounds of treatments, you’ll be able to have the surgery.”
Neurosurgeons most often encountered brain tumors. Before studying medicine,
Danika had not even met someone with a brain tumor. But after studying medicine, she realized there were so many of them.
“Dr. Zellweger, I…” She hesitated while speaking. Danika thought that it was weird.
She frowned, taking a guess. “Do you want to give up?”
The woman nodded, her eyes turning red. “I can’t use up the household’s savings for myself. I have to leave something behind for Amy.”
Danika often ran into these incidents. Back then, she wouldn’t urge them to hang on, but when she saw the young girl and thought of her mother’s condition, she said, “You don’t really have a serious condition. If you go through the operation, it will be removed completely.” After a pause, she added, “Having money left behind for Amy is not the same as watching her grow up.”
If her memory was to be trusted, Amy’s father was not very responsible. Since his wife’s admission, he had only come to see her a few times, each visit filled with complaints.
“I know what you mean, but…” The woman couldn’t help crying. “But what if it doesn’t work? And what if it comes back?”
She had fallen into despair ever since getting the tumor. She wouldn’t have wanted the treatment if it weren’t for her daughter.
Yesterday, her husband visited. She thought that his words made sense. He wasn’t much of a character, but he was still Amy’s father. He wouldn’t abandon her. If she left behind some money, Amy would have a better life.
It was because of these thoughts that she wanted to give up.
“You have a really high chance of survival.” “Thank you, Dr. Zellweger, but my decision has been made. Please, help me arrange the procedures for discharge,” she said, her gaze determined. It seemed like she had taken days to come to that decision.
It’s Part of the Process
In the end, Danika couldn’t convince her to undergo the surgery. She had no way to solve her problems. Although she was confident in the surgery, she couldn’t guarantee success.
Of course, Danika could pay for the surgery. However, it would not solve the problem. People like her were rampant, and there would be more in the future. She couldn’t save them all.
Besides, when Danika suggested the idea, the mother refused at once. She didn’t know what to do.
Feeling frustrated, Danika knocked on the director’s door.
“Danika,” he said politely. He knew she was skillful despite her young age and knew of her identity.
Danika smiled at him and sat down. “Patient number 23 says that she wants to be discharged.”
The director was stunned. He was trying to remember who it was. He soon did. She was a mother with a little girl next to her. It was quite memorable.
“Why so sudden? Isn’t her surgery scheduled after two weeks?” The director was surprised. He had seen her records and knew that surgery could cure her condition. It was not to the point of giving up.
Danika sighed. “She said she wanted to leave some money behind for her daughter.”
“Well…” The director was at a loss for words. However, it wasn’t the first time he had seen something like this, and he knew why Danika was so upset. He tried to comfort her. “Do you think it’s a pity she’s choosing to give up her life for money?”
Danika said nothing, but it was true.
“Danika, you’re not short of money. You don’t know how important it is to normal people. You cherish life and want to save them even if they go broke. But normal people have to consider many things. What if the surgery doesn’t work? It’d be a disaster if they lost both their health and their money.”
Danika lowered her head, feeling unpleasant.
The director smiled lightly. “Well, you’re a doctor. It’s part of the process. You’ll get used to it. People may say we are cold, but they don’t know that we’ve seen many cases like this. It hurts, but we can’t do anything, and it will haunt us for the rest of our life. If you can get over it, you’ll become a qualified doctor. But if you don’t…”
The director didn’t finish his words, but Danika knew what he meant. If she couldn’t deal with something like that, she wasn’t cut out to be a doctor.
Danika felt bitter. She asked, “Can I pay for her surgery, then?”
There was a child involved. Danika didn’t have a mother growing up. She couldn’t just let a young girl lose her mother like that.
“Well, I won’t recommend it,” he said. “Think about it. You can pay for one patient’s fees today, and soon, everyone will know that there’s a kind- hearted doctor in Bardoff City who would pay for their patient’s surgery. Everyone would swarm toward you. What would happen, then?”
Danika opened her mouth to say something, but the director said, “Even if it doesn’t spread, how can you guarantee that you won’t encounter something worse in the future? Are you going to keep paying the bills?”
Danika wanted to say that she was not short of money and would be willing to pay the bills. However, she kept quiet because she knew how laughable those words were.
Love Turned to Hate
Danika walked out of the director’s office. Her work today was basically done. Because of her low spirits, she left the hospital to rest at home.
Eustace called right at that moment. After his stay in the hospital, their relationship changed for the better. They contacted each other frequently.
When Danika got to the coffee shop, Eustace was already waiting.
“Chilly, isn’t it? Here, have something warm.” Eustace pointed at the hot coffee on the table, expressing his concern.
Danika nodded. The first notes of winter were descending, and the wind was growing frostier. Even her coat couldn’t keep her warm. Thank goodness the coffee shop had its heater on. After downing the cup of hot coffee, the cold left her bones, and she grew warm.
“You got off work early today. Looks like nothing much went on in the hospital today,” Eustace said. He just wanted to know more about Danika.
Danika nodded. She was disheartened; perhaps it was because winter was coming and because of the mother and daughter in the hospital.
Eustace could tell that something was occupying her thoughts and asked,” What’s wrong?”
Danika shook her head. She wasn’t planning to tell him about what had happened in the hospital. She thought it would seem like she was complaining. Everyone had their own problems to deal with. No one liked listening to someone vent.
“Why don’t you tell me? I happen to be free,” Eustace said. Danika’s feelings were going to affect him.
“Free? Have you given Zeke what he wants?” Zeke had sent Eustace to interrogate the two hostages. He obviously wanted to hear something different from him.
Eustace smiled, his lips curling upward. “Would you tell me what is going on in your head if I told you?”
Danika was speechless.
“Zeke probably won’t be getting the answer that he wants. But I gave him another answer. He probably hasn’t recovered from that yet.” Eustace smiled. It was familiar to Danika. It was vaguely conniving.
When he smiled like that, Danika knew that there was nothing that could stop him.
Sensing her interest, Eustace didn’t hold anything back. “When I went to interrogate them, they both suddenly accused me of being the mastermind behind Xavier’s murder.”
Danika instantly grew anxious. ‘Didn’t you say…”
“Yes. They’ve never seen me, and they don’t know that I’m the one behind all this. So, if they’re lashing out at me, it means they were made to.”
The one who had convinced them of it intended to frame Eustace without knowing they had hit the nail right on the head.
Danika didn’t interject. Eustace continued, “I knew something was off, so I thoroughly researched the Quinceys. Guess what happened.”
“What?” she asked.
“Someone bribed the people in Quincey Manor. Those two hostages were bribed to say that. To them, it doesn’t matter who they rat out as long as it’s not their actual superior.” Those two hostages would not give Evan away. They had no reason to refuse as long as they were given a scapegoat.
Danika could understand it after a while. But she was bewildered, too. “Who would tell them to say that? Don’t they want you to die at this point?”
“The Watkins,” Eustace said.
Danika was stunned. It couldn’t be Blake’s idea, could it?
Could her love have turned into hate?
I Wish I Had Time for You Every Day
Eustace couldn’t be sure if her love had turned into hate. He wasn’t even sure if Blake was the one behind it. He had given his findings to the old man so that he could deal with it.
If someone in Quincey Manor could be bribed that easily, was there any security in that house?
Eustace didn’t think there was.
Zeke had the same idea as him when he knew someone in Quincey Manor had been bribed. If Watkins’ people tampered with his food, he would die a hundred times over.
Before Eustace came to see Danika, a great inspection had occurred in Quincey Manor.
There were probably many people who would be driven out.
As for Xavier’s murder, by the looks of it, the Watkins would be blamed. It was their own fault for interfering now.
“No wonder you had the time for coffee today,’ Danika said. Eustace was not only capable.
He was also extremely lucky at times. He wouldn’t have known who else to blame if it weren’t for the Watkins.
“I wish I had time for you every day, but I worry you’ll think I’m annoying.” He wasn’t taking her out just because he had time on his hands. He wanted to take her out every day, but he was afraid she’d think he was annoying.
Danika coughed. Anyone would feel embarrassed by such romantic words. Eustace smiled, sensing her awkwardness. “What about you? What happened today?”
Danika sighed at the mention. However, she didn’t hide it from him any longer. She told him what had happened without expecting him to solve it for her. She just wanted a place to vent.
Eustace looked speechless once he was done listening to the story. “Is that it?”
“Maybe it’s not a huge problem for you.” Danika pouted. Eustace could lift a single finger and earn millions. For someone like him, something like that was indeed minor. If she were to reel off every insignificant issue people like her faced, it would take days for her to finish.
“That’s not what I mean,” Eustace hurriedly explained, seeing she was about to misunderstand him. “I meant to say this is an easy problem to solve.”
“Really? How so?” Danika was surprised.
“It’s not a rare occurrence. Lots of big companies have started charities for patients like this. Every year, they donate part of their investments to charities. They just do it for different sectors. I could establish a charity to help families that desperately need funding to pay their surgical fees. The charity would pay for them.’
