Chapter 4

How much?

One million?

Alex Cohen's eyeballs almost rolled out. He clicked on his account balance and confirmed that he had heard correctly. The first thing that came to mind was that his father was saved. The gloom on his face and the complicated emotions he felt were instantly swept away. He jumped over and tugged on Wayne Larson's arm excitedly.

"From now on, you’re my father!"

"Silly boy, I’ve always been your father."

Wayne Larson was not angry and clutched Alex's hand tightly. He said, "I'm sorry for making you live a miserable life for more than 20 years. From now on, you can live differently! I'll give you the money. Just spend it generously and I'll transfer more to you when you’ve used it up!"

"Why, are you rich? Can you give me a hint?"

"Let's put it this way...If I made all my assets public, all those people on the city's rich list would have to step aside! Son, let's stop here for now. I can't stay here any longer or I might get you in trouble. Don't forget to send me your bank account number and let’s keep in touch!"

Wayne patted Alex's arm, hurried across the road, and drove away.

Alex saw that Wayne was driving a Rolls-Royce Ghost with a market price of at least 4 million, which basically confirmed that Wayne indeed was a recluse tycoon. In the wake of his curiosity, he took out his phone to search the city's rich list and found that the first place's net worth exceeded 50 billion.

This also meant that Wayne Larson's net worth also exceeded 50 billion.

Alex himself, in the blink of an eye, had become the city's wealthiest rich second-gen!

This came as a surprise and was more than he could ever imagine.

Alex was restless as he thought of a better future. Then, a phone call brought him back to reality.

The phone call was from Isla, who said in her usual indifferent tone, "Alex Cohen, where the hell have you been? My parents are coming over tonight. Why don't you come back and clean up the house? Hurry up! After you’re done cleaning, you have to come out with me again…”

"Clean up your *ss!"

Alex was no longer short of money, so he could finally have a backbone. He no longer wanted to attend to her needs.

He said into the phone, "I'm busy! I’m going to the hospital. Don't bother me!"

It was said that alcohol could strengthen one's courage. In fact, money could strengthen one's courage better than alcohol.

Alex retorted against Isla and felt refreshed. He had never felt so carefree in his entire life. He did not give a chance for Isla to reply and hung up the phone. He then sent Wayne his bank account details and hailed a cab to go to Trinity Hospital, where his dad was being treated.

On the way there, Wayne called Alex.

“Son, I forgot to mention just now. I’ve already met your adoptive father before I went to see you. I think I’ve angered him. To show my sincere apologies, I’ve already talked to the Deputy Director of Trinity Hospital, Miles Zimmerman. If you guys faced any problems at the hospital, you can give him a call. I’ll send you his number now...”

“Okay.”

Alex Cohen saved Miles Zimmerman's phone number and rushed to Trinity Hospital to pay the remaining medical fees. He then ran over to his father's single room, but only found an unfamiliar face lying on the hospital bed. The attending doctor, Ian Roche, came into the room at that time. Alex immediately jumped over and asked, "Where's my dad?"

Ian Roche glanced at Alex and impatiently responded, "He's been transferred to the general ward."

"Why?"

"You know how it is. They paid 300,000 and your dad only has 30 left on his account! You're from a poor village, right? How could you think of staying in a private room when you have no money? Hospitals aren't charities. If you don't have money, you shouldn't be here at all! By the way, I want to inform you that your dad's surgery has been canceled."