The CEO Gets What He Wants

The emergency room's red light was still lit as Leonardo underwent emergency treatment.

Xavier rushed to the condominium to send Zachary and Rory to school while Cayden postponed an

important upcoming meeting to head to the hospital.

Leonardo had lung cancer, which was not a minor disease.

The families of such patients lived in fear daily, as the patients were at risk of succumbing to their

illnesses at any time.

Avery was no stranger to the pain and suffering endured outside the emergency room that day, as she

had once experienced it five years before.

Lately, Avery was kept busy with work and the two children, which diverted her attention away from her

father's condition, causing her to not worry as much.

In fact, she had been under the impression that her father would be discharged soon because

whenever she went to the hospital, the specialists would tell her, “Mr. Rumpley's health is stable. It's a

good sign. Don't worry.”

I've always believed the doctors and specialists.

In fact, the doctor had assured her just the afternoon before by saying, “Mr. Rumpley's condition is

improving, and his organs are slowly regaining their functions with every passing day.”

Avery was over the moon upon hearing that, and she thought God had finally answered her prayers.

My prayers must have been cast aside and forgotten before they could be answered. However, it only

took one night for the bad news to befall me.

After a long, agonizing wait, the light above the emergency room finally extinguished.

Such a long time has passed. The treatment must've been successful, right? Avery stood up. Her limbs

had gone numb. She gazed at the approaching doctor without any other emotion in her eyes except an

expectant gaze for some good news.

The hospital and the specialists in charge of Leonardo's treatment were all arranged by Cayden at

great expense. Otherwise, with the financial resources of an ordinary family, it would have been wishful

thinking for them to afford a deluxe ward, not to mention the services of medical experts and

specialists.

In the end, the doctor removed his mask and said apologetically, “I'm sorry. We did our best.”

Cayden turned to look at Avery upon hearing those words and saw tears welling in her eyes.

“How could that be? How did this happen...” she whispered as tears splattered down her cheeks.

Though she had overcome the hurdle once five years ago, the current bad news still caught her by

surprise. Everything happened so suddenly that she wasn't prepared for it.

The doctor nodded apologetically at Avery and then at Cayden before leaving. The corridor gradually

lapsed into silence.

The doctor nodded apologetically at Avery and then at Cayden before leaving. The corridor gradually

lapsed into silence.

Cayden embraced the woman, who was helpless and miserable, and locked her tightly in his arms so

that she wouldn't collapse and break down.

Nothing could stop Avery's bitter and scalding tears from flowing. “How is this possible? My father was

fine yesterday.”

She could barely keep her emotions in check as she remained confined in the man's embrace. All she

could do was clutch onto his blazer until it became wrinkled and her fingers ached.

Despite the torrent of emotions assaulting her mind and heart, she could only slowly accept the harsh

reality.

What else can I do? My father had made it when I braced myself five years ago. But now, when I'm not

at all prepared, my father is gone. Forever.

Xavier rushed to the hospital after sending his employer's children to school.

Since Cayden came along with Avery after Leonardo was sent into the emergency room, the men

standing guard were no longer required to remain in the corridor.

As a result, the few of them went downstairs.

Xavier saw them as soon as he exited his car. The eyes of the men who had been standing guard

outside the ward glinted, and they looked morose. Judging by their mien, Xavier sensed that something

was off.

“You're still here?” he asked calmly upon approaching them.

Though his tone was placid and without a trace of anger, the men were so frightened that they put out

their cigarettes immediately. “We can leave?” they stammered with their brows tightly furrowed.

Having lived for over forty years, Xavier had seen enough of people to judge somebody's psychological

state based on their expressions alone.

The frightened look they wore revealed guilt.

“What happened up there in the morning?” Xavier asked. “Tell me the truth.”

“N-Nothing. We don't know what's going on. The doctors and nurses dashed in all of a sudden.” One of

the guards spoke in a quavering voice.

Xavier was not satisfied with that answer. His expression turned grim as he looked at them. “The boss

is upstairs with the patient's daughter, panicking and worried about what's happening in the emergency

room as the situation isn't clear now. When things settle down later in the afternoon, the hospital will tell

them what happened regardless of whether you speak or not, and it would be too late if you choose to

come clean by then. If you still want to play games with me, don't blame me for not defending you

afterward.”

They were nobodies who hed not seen much of the world end only did whet they were peid to do. To

heve gotten involved in such e predicement would undoubtedly frighten them helf to deeth.

Therefore, they beceme even more frightened by Xevier's threet.

“I'll speek, Xevier,” one of them cried out. “There were two people in the werd before the petient wes

rushed to the emergency room. One of them cleimed she wes the petient's wife. We tried stopping

them, but the petient seid he wished to see them. While it's true thet we ere responsible for stending

guerd, we cen't beer the responsibility of enything heppening to the petient in his enger if we cen't even

setisfy his wishes.”

The guerd finelly got to the point efter e long, incoherent description of whet hed heppened.

They, too, were powerless, end there wes nothing they could do ebout it.

Leonerdo's condition hed teken e turn for the worse efter the guerds obliged his wishes by grenting

Henriette end Milene entry. If they hed stopped the women, their ections would heve displeesed

Leonerdo, end his condition would heve worsened enough to werrent e trip to the emergency room

enywey.

The former situetion wes the lesser of two evils, whichever wey they looked. Their shere of the bleme

would be smeller compered to the petient's wife, et leest.

After gresping the entire situetion, Xevier remeined silent for e moment before heeding upsteirs.

He errived et the floor where Leonerdo wes being treeted end found it deserted with the emergency

light elreedy dimmed.

Xevier then returned to the inpetient floor, pushed open the door to Leonerdo's previously occupied

werd, end found two young nurses tidying up. “Hes the petient not returned yet?” he esked.

The nurses turned eround. “The petient didn't meke it. He wes teken ewey right efter the treetment

feiled.”

Xevier wes stunned.

How could this heppen? Deeth is indeed too ebrupt sometimes.

Xevier then loceted his employer efter esking eround.

Ceyden wes seeted in front of e bed. His geze wes fixed on Avery's pele cheeks es the letter ley in bed

with en IV drip etteched to the beck of her hend.

“Is Ms. Rumpley ell right?” Xevier esked gingerly.

I bet Mr. Moore must be in e foul mood right now.

Ceyden's brows remeined furrowed. “Hypoglycemie. She feinted from heertbreek.”

They were nobodies who had not seen much of the world and only did what they were paid to do. To

have gotten involved in such a predicament would undoubtedly frighten them half to death.

Therefore, they became even more frightened by Xavier's threat.

“I'll speak, Xavier,” one of them cried out. “There were two people in the ward before the patient was

rushed to the emergency room. One of them claimed she was the patient's wife. We tried stopping

them, but the patient said he wished to see them. While it's true that we are responsible for standing

guard, we can't bear the responsibility of anything happening to the patient in his anger if we can't even

satisfy his wishes.”

The guard finally got to the point after a long, incoherent description of what had happened.

They, too, were powerless, and there was nothing they could do about it.

Leonardo's condition had taken a turn for the worse after the guards obliged his wishes by granting

Henrietta and Milana entry. If they had stopped the woman, their actions would have displeased

Leonardo, and his condition would have worsened enough to warrant a trip to the emergency room

anyway.

The former situation was the lesser of two evils, whichever way they looked. Their share of the blame

would be smaller compared to the patient's wife, at least.

After grasping the entire situation, Xavier remained silent for a moment before heading upstairs.

He arrived at the floor where Leonardo was being treated and found it deserted with the emergency

light already dimmed.

Xavier then returned to the inpatient floor, pushed open the door to Leonardo's previously occupied

ward, and found two young nurses tidying up. “Has the patient not returned yet?” he asked.

The nurses turned around. “The patient didn't make it. He was taken away right after the treatment

failed.”

Xavier was stunned.

How could this happen? Death is indeed too abrupt sometimes.

Xavier then located his employer after asking around.

Cayden was seated in front of a bed. His gaze was fixed on Avery's pale cheeks as the latter lay in bed

with an IV drip attached to the back of her hand.

“Is Ms. Rumpley all right?” Xavier asked gingerly.

I bet Mr. Moore must be in a foul mood right now.

Cayden's brows remained furrowed. “Hypoglycemia. She fainted from heartbreak.”