NovelEnglishChapter 744 A Regular Ward
“Ceci, the court has already frozen all of Paula's assets, but according to them, there’s currently less than ten
million left in her account.
After having breakfast, Cecilia received a phone call from Norman.
In truth, they had known about this news for quite stime.
Because Cecilia had been secretly getting people to spy on Paula, she knew the latter had given all her money to
Cassandra.
“What's surprising is that the Evans family’s account doesn’t have much money left-say about two hundred
million.” This was something that even Norman had not anticipated.
To think the Evans family’s large company had such a limited amount of liquid assets.
“Did they transfer it ahead of time?” Cecilia asked.
“It's unlikely,” Norman answered. “After all, we've had our people keeping watch all this time, and we also have
our insiders within Evans Group.”
“Well, that’s their own business to handle.”
Cecilia gazed out the window. “Don’t worry. Whatever amount we can get, that’s what we'll have. It's better than
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtgetting nothing at all.”
“Got it”
Norman hung up.
It had been almost a week since Cecilia last saw Paula, and she was now somewhat curious abour how she was
doing.
Meanwhile, at the hospital, Paula had been relocated from a VIP ward to a regular one.
She confronted the caregiver furiously, “Who gave you permission to change my room? How the hell can anyone
live in such a cramped and miserable-looking space?”
The caregiver was at a loss.
“I didn’t ask to have your room changed, Mdni. Paula. It was your family’s decision.”
Paula’s mind reeled.
“You're spouting nonsense! It’s not like the Evans family is strapped for cash! How could they possibly move me
to a standard ward?”
“Why don’t you give them a call yourself, then? That way you'll find out, won't you?”
The caregiver wasn’t at all fond of this woman who was completely deluded and yet continue t behave so
haughtily.
Paula grabbed her phone and dialed Cassandra’s number while berating the caregiver all the while. “Your service
is atrocious. I'm going to ask my daughter to have you replaced.”
The latter ignored her.
It took a while for the call to get through. Once connected, Cassandra's impatient tone could be heard.
“Is something wrong, Mom?”
Upon hearing her voice, Paula instantly felt reassured. “Cassandra, the caregiver just movedto a regular
ward. | want her fired this instant. | can’t get used to living here. | want to move back to where | was before.”
Cassandra appeared visibly irritated upon hearing this. “Mom, you're probably not aware, but thanks to your
beloved daughter, Cecilia, Evans Group is now under investigation. All our assets have been frozen.”
“What?” Paula couldn't believe her cars.
Cassandra continued, “And your medical bills are like a bottomless pit, so don’t set your expectations too high.
Just make do with what you have.”
Though Paula deeply cherished her daughter, she certainly also loved herself-perhaps a little too much.
How could she bear to stay in a cramped general ward, let alone one that had just welcomed a new patient?
“Cassandra, Evans Group is a massive conglomerate. How could they possibly lack the funds? Even if they did,
don’t | still have you? Your salary alone could easily cover my stay in a VIP ward
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“My money doesn’t grow on trees, Moin. Anyway, | gotta go.”
Paula stared at the disconnected call, lost in thought for a long while. It was then the caregiver chose this
moment to add insult to injury.
“Well? Did your dancer daughter agree to move you back to the VIP ward? Did she also agree to fireand get
you a new caregiver?”
There were originally three caregivers attending to Paula, but only one remained now.
Hearing that, Paula picked up an object from the bedside table and hurled it toward the caregiver screaming
“Get out! Get out of here now!”
The latter hasily dodged our of the way
“You're hopeless. It’s no wonder you have a daughter who doesn’t care about you at all the commented before
quickly stepping out of the wart
The patient next door was a woman undergoing chemotherapy. Upon witnessing Paula’s emotional outburst, she
initially thought the caregiver had mistreated her.
“Are you alright, Miss?”
In response, Paula shot a glance toward the plump woman, her eyes filled with disdain.
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“What right does a commoner like you have to speak to me?”
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