When His Nauseous Sweetheart Frowns, the Tycoon's Family Takes Turns Pampering Her-Chapter 33: I Will Handle It and Won’t Cause You Trouble
The moment Blaze Fairchild spoke, the hearts of the hospital administrators across from him sank.
One of them, unable to contain his fury, slammed his hand on the table and shot to his feet, his face flushed with anger as he raged,
"Blaze Fairchild, don’t think you can do whatever you want just because you’re the young master of the Fairchild family! Let me tell you, this is my turf, not the Evergrow Group’s headquarters. Don’t get too arrogant."
Blaze Fairchild scoffed. "I already gave you a chance. You’re the ones who threw it away."
He uncrossed his legs and stood up to leave.
"Mr. Fairchild, please wait! We’re not finished talking. Please, just give us a little more time."
Blaze Fairchild gave a single look, and a lawyer stepped forward. "Understood." Without a backward glance, Blaze left the reception room.
At this, the administrators in the room completely panicked. Utterly at a loss, they could only stare at each other.
One of them stood up and pointed an accusing finger. "What was your hurry? Now look what you’ve done. He’s gone."
The man who’d spoken shot back nonchalantly, "So what if he’s gone? It’s not like I depend on the Evergrow Group for a living. You expect me to grovel at Blaze Fairchild’s feet?"
"You all deal with it. I’m exhausted, and I have surgery tomorrow. I’m going home to get some rest."
"Hey, where do you think you’re going? You coward!"
"You’re the son of a bitch!"
The administrators descended into chaos, shoving and cursing as they clamored toward the door.
Blaze Fairchild’s bodyguard was a mountain of a man. He stood guard at the door like an impassable barrier, ensuring no one could leave.
He wore a polite but professional smile. "Gentlemen, this matter is not yet resolved. No one is leaving this room."
"What do you think you’re doing? Are you going to use force?"
The bodyguard’s smile never wavered. "We’re all civilized people here. Please, have a seat."
Staring at the bodyguard, who was a good half a head taller than any of them, the administrators felt a chill run down their spines. They knew they couldn’t escape, but they couldn’t afford to lose face either.
"Fine, we’ll sit." They returned to their seats, muttering curses under their breath.
Blaze Fairchild’s lawyers paid them no mind. The one leading the trio of attorneys cut straight to the chase.
"Gentlemen, based on the information we’ve gathered, this hospital has engaged in excessive medical testing, medication abuse, and fraudulent billing. We’ve printed a complete list of charges for the patient, Jenna Axton, from your billing department. Please review it. If there are no objections, sign each page."
The hospital’s legal team had already recognized them. The lawyers Blaze Fairchild had hired were all top litigators renowned in the industry for specializing in medical malpractice suits.
They could have just settled this whole thing privately and peacefully a moment ago. But no, these greedy, money-grubbing fools had to go and ruin it.
The legal team felt a massive headache coming on, but they had no choice but to bite the bullet and handle it.
Luna Axton watched over her mother until she fell asleep. Blaze Fairchild still hadn’t returned. ’I wonder how the talk with the hospital administrators went?’
She decided to go check. As she opened the door to the hospital room, the faint, almost imperceptible scent of cigarette smoke drifted in.
Her sense of smell had become especially sensitive since her pregnancy, and she noticed it immediately.
Her mother’s room was located right next to a skybridge, which had a designated smoking area.
The skybridge connected two hospital wings, so the air circulation was good, and the smell of smoke usually dissipated quickly.
She just never expected that the person standing on the skybridge, smoking, would be Blaze Fairchild.
The red ember of his cigarette glowed and faded in the darkness, alternately illuminating and shadowing his face.
He was leaning against the railing, one leg bearing his weight, his back hunched forward, giving off a surprisingly dejected air.
The door to the reception room was still shut tight. The nurses’ station had quieted down, with only the night-shift nurses bustling about.
Luna Axton stood at the doorway of her mother’s room, waiting until Blaze Fairchild finished his cigarette and stubbed it out in the ashtray on top of the trash can.
Only then did she walk over to him.
The lights on the skybridge had been turned off. With the sky still dark before dawn, she could only make out the silhouette of the man before her.
When Blaze Fairchild saw her approach, he didn’t move, remaining leaned against the railing.
Luna Axton could sense that Blaze Fairchild was in low spirits.
Mustering her courage, she asked, "Is my mother’s situation... causing a lot of trouble for you?"
’If he wasn’t dealing with a difficult problem, why would he be out here smoking?’
Blaze Fairchild shifted his weight to his other foot but said nothing.
Luna Axton took his silence as permission to continue. "If it weren’t for you today, none of this would have gone so smoothly."
"I know that without you, my mother might not have been saved. I might not have even discovered that there were problems with her treatment."
"My mother has been in this hospital for almost two years. The doctors kept telling me she needed a liver transplant, that we had to wait, and her condition kept fluctuating. But after you intervened, her condition improved rapidly."
"I was just looking at her various test results, and it was the first time I’ve ever seen my mother’s lab reports. Usually, when I ask the doctors, they say they don’t have time to answer, and I’ve never been able to access her medical chart."
"I know there’s something shady going on here. To help me, you’ve gone against their interests, and that must be very difficult for you, right?"
Blaze Fairchild listened to her ramble on, not quite understanding what she was trying to say.
But one thing was certain: her voice made him feel that today was different from that other day.
For the first time, someone was asking him if things were difficult.
In Blaze Fairchild’s book, there was no such thing as "difficult." There was only "what must be done."
Since he had taken on this matter, he had to see it through to a satisfactory conclusion. The process was irrelevant.
"Luna Axton," Blaze Fairchild finally spoke, his voice low and a little hoarse, likely from the cigarette. "Rosalind Fairchild came to see your mother."
Rosalind Fairchild!
Luna Axton bit her lip, fury surging in her eyes.
She had thought that after showing Rosalind Fairchild she wasn’t a pushover, the woman would stop trying to constantly push her around.
Who would have thought Rosalind would go so far as to target her mother?
"Rosalind’s attitude toward you is because of me. It has nothing to do with you personally."
"I will handle it. It won’t cause any more trouble for you or your mother. Her real intention was to marry Yvonne Rhodes into the family, but Grandpa Fairchild didn’t approve of her."
’Yvonne Rhodes.’
’With the way she acts, it’s no wonder Grandpa Fairchild didn’t approve.’
’Who wears an off-the-shoulder, backless evening gown to someone’s home in the dead of winter? And at dinnertime, no less.’
"This situation isn’t difficult." Blaze Fairchild’s gaze fell to Luna Axton’s stomach, and his voice became tinged with a bleak sorrow.
"I was just reminded of my mother."
"The weather was about the same... a cold night just like this. My mother was rushed into the emergency room. When they brought her out, it was one body, two lives. My little sister..."
As he spoke, Blaze Fairchild pulled a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket and shook it, only to find a single one remaining.
He placed the lone cigarette between his lips.
CLICK. The lighter’s flame flickered in the wind, illuminating Blaze’s desolate, grief-stricken face.
Through that small cluster of flame, Blaze Fairchild’s gaze fell upon Luna Axton.
Even in the faint light, her eyes were exceptionally bright and beautiful.
She simply watched him, waiting for him to continue.
Blaze Fairchild let his thumb slip from the lighter. The only source of light vanished. He took the unlit cigarette and twirled it between his fingers.
His cool voice continued, "When they delivered her, she was already purple... gone."
