Mr. Nelson's Super-rich Life

In the Second Hospital, Glouland.

Patrick sat with his back against the door of his mother's ward, his arms wrapped tightly around his knees. The doctor's cold and ruthless words kept echoing in his mind.

"Your mother has advanced leukemia. Pay the hospitalization fee immediately. Treatment will cost around one hundred thousand dollars. Get the money ready. Otherwise, you should start making funeral arrangements for your mother."

Patrick squeezed his eyes shut and clamped his hands over his ears. His mother was diagnosed with leukemia!

A hundred thousand for treatment! Where would he get the money so soon?

It was undoubtedly an unbearably large sum of money for a college student.

His living expenses amounted to no more than five hundred dollars a month. How much could he save despite his remarkably frugal existence?

The immense pressure weighed down on his shoulders like a boulder. For a moment, Patrick felt so suffocated that he could hardly breathe.

"Ahem..." He heard his mother coughing faintly.

Patrick's heart skipped a beat. He quickly leapt to his feet and placed his trembling hand on the cold doorknob.

Through the glass panel on the door, Patrick could see the situation inside.

The ward was dilapidated and disgusting. Cracks crawled along the walls and the lights constantly flickered, as though they'd go out completely at any given moment.

His mother was lying in one of the beds with an IV hooked onto her arm and a breathing mask strapped to her face.

She looked haggard, her forehead creased with wrinkles.

She was only forty-three years old but her hair was grey and grizzled. She looked around a decade older than she was.

"Mom... I swear I'll get you the money!" Patrick made up his mind with fierce determination.

He took out his phone and dialed his girlfriend, Elissa.

He was relieved when the call connected.

"I still have a few thousand dollars in your account, right? My mother's really ill and she's in the hospital. Can you give me back the money as soon as possible?"

To his surprise, he heard a disdainful snort from the other end of the line.

"Your mother's illness has nothing to do with me. Besides, she's so old. If she's going to die, she'd better die sooner rather than later and save her son some money. I'm your girlfriend, Patrick! We've been together for three years and yet you never bought me a single designer handbag. You're such a loser!"

Without waiting for a response, Elissa hung up on him.

Her cruel words left Patrick chilled to the bone.

What a bitch! How stupid he was to have fallen in love with such a shallow, cold-hearted woman!

Patrick gripped his phone so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Ferocious anger was brewing inside of him.

But his anger ebbed as soon as it came. He had no time to dwell on Elissa. He had to think about his mother.

Patrick shook his head and sighed heavily. He decided to go to the office of the attending doctor, Percy Carter. He intended to beg Percy for a little more time for him to get the money ready.

In his office, Percy was wearing a lab coat.

He was a lean, gaunt man with sunken cheekbones and a flat nose. It could be said that he looked like a thin ape.

He was sitting comfortably in his chair with his legs crossed, chatting with someone on his phone.

He had just received a price list of all kinds of organs.

They were all very expensive. Percy's lips curved upwards in a satisfactory smile.

Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door.

Irritated, Percy put his phone away in a hurry and shouted, "Come in!"

"Dr. Carter..." A sullen-looking Patrick opened the door carefully.

A trace of joy flashed across Percy's face when he saw who it was. But he instantly put on an irritated look and snapped, "Didn't I just tell you to get the money ready? Why are you still here?"

Patrick begged in a low voice, "Can you treat my mother first and give me a few more days to come up with the money? I... I swear I'll find a way to pay you!"

Hearing this, Percy sneered at Patrick with open disdain.

"This is a hospital, not some charitable organization, okay? Do you know how much it costs to use our state-of-the-art medical equipment? If all our patients were like you, we'd go to bankrupt. Get out of my sight!"

Patrick's anger flared up again, but he held it in. He lowered his eyes and turned to leave, his heart sinking to the depths of despair.

"Wait." Percy suddenly stopped Patrick.

When Patrick turned around, Percy smiled at him faintly. "I might have a way for you to get easy money."

Patrick's eyes widened in surprise. His face brightened up as a glimmer of hope was sparked in his heart.

"Really? How? I'll do anything to save my mother! Just name it!"

"Well, you can always sell your kidney." As he spoke, Percy grinned as if his trick had succeeded.

Seeing Patrick's expression harden, he continued, "Everyone has two kidneys. Even if you lost one of them, you'd still survive. If you agree to sell one of your kidneys, one hundred thousand dollars will be transferred to your account immediately. Think it over, okay? There's not much time left. If your mother doesn't receive treatment as soon as possible, then..."

Percy let his voice trail off on purpose. Then he pulled out an organ donation contract from the drawer and threw it on the table.

"Sign this. Don't you want to help your mother?"

Percy's words were like the whispers of a demon, echoing in Patrick's ears ominously.

"I... I need time to think." Patrick gritted his teeth as he eyed the document on the table.

With a heavy heart, he picked up the document and walked out of the office.

Percy watched Patrick leave and couldn't help but sneer.

A fresh kidney was worth over a million dollars in the black market.

But not everyone was desperate to sell a kidney. Percy didn't want to give Patrick too much time to think about it.

"Tell the security to go to Ward 307 and drive Laura Nelson out!"

Laura Nelson was none other than Patrick's mother.

After giving the order, Percy put the phone down and smiled faintly.

Now Patrick would have no choice but to sell his kidney.

Patrick made his way towards his mother's ward, thinking about whether he should sell his kidney or not.

Just then, his phone started to ring. It was from an unknown number.

Patrick answered the phone warily, and an old man's voice sounded from the other end of the line.

"Is this Mr. Patrick Nelson? I'm the butler of your father, Mr. Walter Nelson. My name is-"

It was clear to Patrick that this was nothing but a scam call. It wasn't that strange that the fraud knew his name.

Realizing this, Patrick smiled bitterly.

"You know what? I'm so close to selling my kidney. Your tricks aren't going to work on me, okay? So just give it up."

Without giving the old man a chance to respond, Patrick hung up abruptly.

Nowadays, these scammers were getting less and less believable.

Walter Nelson? Seriously? He was the richest man in the country! How could that man be his father?

But how he wished that it could be true! He wouldn't have to worry about selling a kidney to afford treatment for his mother's illness.

Patrick shook his head wryly and forced himself to focus on the present.

Elvin, the butler who had just called, was horrified.

"Mr. Nelson? Hello?"

But the call was already disconnected

Was Patrick going to sell his kidney? Elvin's heart leaped to his throat as his anxiety ate him alive.

Who dared to take a Nelson's kidney?

"Track his cell phone. I need to find him as soon as possible!"

On his way to the ward, Patrick ran into a crowd of people blocking the corridor.

As soon as he managed to weave his way through the crowd, he heard a commotion coming from the ward.

"Damn it! This woman's already half dead. Why is she still in the hospital? Throw her out!"

Just then, a very haggard middle-aged woman was violently shoved out of the ward by several security guards. The weak woman could barely hold herself up and fell to the floor.

The woman was none other than Patrick's mother. Shocked, he pushed through the crowd and ran up to her.

"Ouch..." Laura's chapped, bloodless lips parted as she let out a low, pained groan.

"Mom!"

Patrick hurried to help her up. Almost immediately, his eyes landed on the fresh cut on his mother's shrunken arm.

Someone must've yanked the needle from her arm forcefully. Something exploded inside Patrick and he glowered at the security guards ferociously.

"What the hell are you doing? My mother is a patient here. How dare you treat her like this?"

The security guard in the lead simply sneered. "Oh, please. Just look at yourself in the mirror. You can't afford to keep your mom here. She's just wasting space!"

His chest heaving violently, Patrick couldn't contain his anger any longer.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Without warning, he suddenly took a step forward and threw a punch at the security guard.

His fist landed right in the man's face!

"What the fuck! You bastard!"

The security guard cradled his bruised face and immediately retaliated by kicking Patrick in the chest.

The terrifying force sent Patrick flying several feet backward and he rammed into the trash can, knocking it over and spilling its contents all over the floor.

"This look suits you perfectly. You're just as disgusting as trash!" The security guard sneered and wrinkled his nose at Patrick with unmasked disdain.

Laura couldn't just sit still while her son was being beaten before her very eyes.

Even a weak woman would find the strength to protect her children, and Patrick's mother was no different. She gritted her teeth and gathered all the strength left in her body to steady herself.

She moved one trembling leg after another, slowly making her way towards Patrick. But before she could reach him, she had used up all her energy and gradually sank to the floor. Unwilling to give up, she started crawling instead.

"Stop... Don't you dare hit my son!"

Laura cried out with her last ounce of remaining strength as she stopped in front of Patrick, her body shielding his. Tears rolled down her sunken cheeks uncontrollably, matting her hair.

Her shaky hands were bone-thin and covered with calluses, but she didn't hesitate to stretch out her arms to protect her son.

She was the backbone of this family, and she wasn't about to back down now.

Seeing this, Patrick felt completely and utterly helpless.

Despite the pain, he gritted his teeth and slowly got to his feet to carefully help his mother up.

"Mom, let's get out of here! We won't stay in a shitty hospital like this!"

After all, Laura was in poor health.

Instead of staying and fighting the staff here, Patrick needed to find her another hospital as soon as possible.

The security guards sneered, feeling fortunate that they didn't have to lift a finger to kick these two disgusting people out.

Patrick and his mother slowly made their way to the hospital's exit.

When the people around saw the icky-looking red spots on Laura's skin, their expressions changed greatly and they quickly shrank away.

"The poor have all kinds of diseases. Don't get close to them or you might get infected."

"They smell terrible! I hope they're leaving!"

Patrick was already too disheartened to care about all the nasty things these people had to say about them. All he cared about now was his mother's health.

Finally, they made it to the gate.

Patrick felt something tug on his arm and he looked down, only to find his mother leaning against him weakly.

Her breath was faint and it seemed she had lost all of her strength.

The ordeal had completely worn her out.

"Mom!" Patrick shouted anxiously. He looked around quickly, but he couldn't find a suitable place for his mother to rest.

So he helped her sit down on the steps.

His mother's half-closed eyes were heavy with guilt and helplessness.

Gasping for breath, she raised her withered hand with difficulty and stroked Patrick's face.

Feeling her calloused skin brushing against his cheek, Patrick couldn't help but hold her hand.

Laura looked as though she was about to pass out, but she managed to push out a few words.

"Patrick, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault I'm a loser and I keep dragging you down..."

A lump formed in Patrick's throat as he listened. He gritted his teeth and turned his face away, unwilling to show his mother the tears that were welling up in his eyes.

"You're not a loser, Mom. You provided for me. You're my mother. You'll be fine, I promise. I'll do whatever I can to make sure you get better."

At that moment, Patrick made up his mind. He slowly helped his mother stand up. Only then did she notice the file in his hand.

It was an organ donation contract.