All Chapters of Too Late for Regrets: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Joseph handed the pack of cigarettes to the doctor with an embarrassed smile and said, "Doctor, I didn't bring much, but here's a pack of cigarettes for you. Please, could you check my daughter again—"The doctor's expression fell as he looked at the pack of cigarettes. His face darkened, and he was visibly irritated. Usually, he received money, phone cards, or various expensive coffee beans that were worth hundreds or even thousands of dollars. Even cigarettes, when given as gifts, were usually in boxes, not just a single pack worth only ten dollars.Seeing the shabby appearance of Joseph, the doctor's anger flared up. In an instant, he slammed his hand on the table and swatted the pack of cigarettes away. It fell onto Joseph and then dropped to the floor.James Zimmerman, the doctor pointed angrily at Joseph, shouting, "What are you doing, old man? What's the point of this worthless gift? Are you trying to harm me? Don't you know the hospital's rules against accepting gifts? Get o

"I don't care who started this mess. If you're hitting people, you're in the wrong! To cause trouble in a hospital is a double offense! Get him, everyone! Take this kid down!" Carl said.Timothy's gaze grew icy. "So you're just going to resort to violence without understanding the truth? You really think you're something."Carl looked at Timothy and his family, then burst into laughter as if he'd heard a joke. His gaze was filled with disdain. "The truth? You poor people think you deserve to talk about the truth? Who do you think you are? You're nothing but lowly scum, not worth discussing anything with!"James slinked behind the security guards, glaring at Timothy. "We're going to teach this whole family a lesson today. Mr. Zuckerberg, it's not just this brat causing trouble. His whole family is trouble. Teach them all a lesson. Thanks!"Carl grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellowed teeth. "No problem! I've been itching for a fight!"At once, the guards charged at Timothy with t

Timothy snorted coldly, "Don't give me that nonsense. If I hadn't acted, would you have even shown up? Now you're all talking nicely and asking for an explanation. I'm the one who should be getting a reasonable answer from you."Right now, it's just one department that's problematic. If you push me any further, I'll turn your whole hospital upside down.""You wouldn't dare!" Isabelle screamed back."Try me!" Timothy challenged.Neither was willing to back down. The air became thick with hostility as the tension between them arose. Timothy stood his ground and stared frostily at Isabelle.Isabelle shuddered reflexively. For a brief moment, she found Timothy's gaze terrifying. She had a fleeting thought of backing down and submitting to him to avoid conflict.Outside, the murmuring of the crowd grew louder. People started to point and whisper at the scenario unfolding before them. Isabelle blushed slightly and bit her lip hard. She pointed at Timothy furiously and said, "I know

Isabelle clenched her fists so tightly that her nails turned white. The once beautiful expression on her face was now full of resentment. She never would have imagined that Timothy would know the head of Ivan's precinct and that he would even address Timothy as "Mr. Yeager". She couldn't help but wonder who exactly Timothy was.The more arrogant she'd been earlier, the more humiliated she was now. Isabelle could feel her cheeks heat up. She was embarrassed as the onlookers in the hallway whispered and pointed at her, causing her face to alternate between different shades of pink and red.Timothy glanced at her indifferently and said, "Why aren't you speaking? When there's a problem, you solve it, not run from it. If you still don't admit your mistakes, don't blame me for making a scene in your hospital today."His tone was calm, steady, and firm. There was even a faint smile on his lips as if the words he spoke were nothing more than routine things that one did instinctively witho

A human anatomy model in the corner caught Timothy's eye. A meridian chart was pinned behind it. The model had numerous circles and dots on it with densely written notes. There were also several silver needles stuck into it. Timothy was surprised to see this. "Are you studying acupuncture, Mr. Barton Senior?"Marshall chuckled and replied, "Yes, I come from a long line of alternative medicine practitioners, so studying medicine runs in the family. Our ancestors were experts in ancient acupuncture techniques, but by this generation, those skills have become a thing of the past and are mostly forgotten. None of the younger members of my family know much about acupuncture anymore."Timothy squinted slightly and observed the silver needles stuck in the model. Then, he smiled faintly. "This is the Orphic Octo Technique, but it's incomplete. Only the first three needles are correct, and many of the meridian positions are wrong."Marshall's eyes widened, and his body jolted reflexively i