NovelEnglishChapter 253 Holbrook's death was a thorn lodged deep in Sawyer's heart.
For days afterward, Sawyer wouldn't let it go. He showed up at the hospital every day, making a scene. On this particular day, his path crossed with the smale doctor he'd clashed with before.
"You again?" The doctor eyed Sawyer, a glint of disdain flickering in his eyes.
The moment Sawyer saw him, his expression turned icy. Without hesitation, he charged forward and swung a fist at the doctor's face. "You bastards killed my father! Giveback my dad's life!" Before his punch could land, a group of bodyguards in dark suits stepped between them, grabbing Sawyer and pinning his arms.
"If your father was killed, take it to the police," the doctor said, stepping back in disgust and motioning for the guards to restrain him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSawyer was forced down onto the coffee table. He clenched his fists and stayed silent. If he had any real evidence, he would've gone to the police long ago-but all he had were suspicions and grief.
He felt himself crumbling. Suddenly, he broke free from their grip and dropped to a squat on the floor, dazed, muttering under his breath, "My dad was so old. Why did you have to hurt him... why?" He never expected an answer, but to his surprise, the doctor walked over and crouched down in front of him, meeting his eyes.
Lanny Goldberg's thin lips parted. "Because you're weak. If you were still the all-powerful Mr. Iverson, your father would still be alive." His voice was low, just loud enough for Sawyer to hear.
Sawyer stared at him, stunned, and managed to choke out, "What did you just say?" Lanny's lips curled into a sudden, mocking smile.
"How naïve. I honestly don't know how you ever built up the Iverson Group. Lettell you, Sawyer, this world weeds out the weak first. No money, no power- that's the real crime. So if you're looking to blsomeone for Holbrook's death, blyourself." "So... you admit it was your hospital that killed my father, is that it?" Sawyer's eyes were bloodshot as he glared at Lanny, forcing the words out.
"So what if I do?" Lanny let out a cold laugh, making no effort to deny it.
His gaze flicked pointedly to the inside pocket of Sawyer's suit jacket.
Then, with a subtle gesture, he signaled the guards. They pinned Sawyer down again and tore the small voice recorder from his pocket, handing it to Lanny.
"Give that back!" Sawyer's face twisted with rage. He struggled, but the guards held him fast. He could only watch as Lanny took the recorder.
"Give it back? In your dreams," Lanny sneered. Then, without another word, he tossed the recorder to the floor and ground his dress shoe down on it-again and again—until the plastic was shattered, the device reduced to useless pieces.
"Mr. Iverson, I have other matters to attend to. I'll leave you in the good hands of my associates." He gave his men a look. "Make sure he's properly 'taken care of." With that, Lanny strode out, leaving Sawyer behind.
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That night, Sawyer limped out of the hospital, bruised and battered. Later, he sat down and poured out over a thousand words of accusation, posting them across every social media platform he could find.
Within days, his story exploded online, outrage spreading like wildfire over Holbrook's death and the hospital's involvement. As the hospital's reputation took hit after hit, Mr. Goldberg's patience snapped. He launched a ruthless campaign of retaliation against Sawyer.
Clifford and Jeanette were suddenly facing expulsion from school.
Norton, who had just found a new job, was abruptly let go.
One evening, when Sawyer returned home, Aline finally said the words he'd been dreading.
"Sawyer, you promised I'd never have to struggle, that our daughter would have a good life Nox only did you break your word, but now because you've made enemies you've ruined her future."
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