Chapter 2

Miguel straightened his posture upon hearing the other man's frank reply. He took a deep breath before explaining, "You're missing the point. Initially, I contemplated enduring it. After all, she's made substantial contributions to the hospital where I'm employed. But you can't force emotions. As a divorced man, you should understand."

Focusing intently on the car's steering wheel emblem, Miguel continued, his voice laced with bitterness, "Sure, she's wealthy, but there's more to life than money. It can't buy affection."

"I'm fed up with her controlling behavior. She barks orders at me as if I were her servant. I feel less like a husband and more like a pet she keeps!"

My foot hovered above the accelerator, frozen in mid-air.

But Miguel wasn't finished. He became more animated as he continued, "Can you relate to that feeling? I'm a human being! A man!"

"Fortunately, I've met someone new. She's rekindled my passion, made me feel alive again, like a real person. Her child is also ill, suffering from the same condition as my daughter. However, she lacks the financial means..."

"And Sherry? She has more wealth than she could ever use. So I was thinking..."

The man beside him quickly grasped the implication. "So, you're seeking a divorce? And you plan to use your wife's money to save your new partner's daughter?"

I turned to the screen, watching the footage in shock.

Miguel paused briefly, then nodded resolutely. "Can you assist me? I truly consider you a brother. Once I secure the funds, you'll definitely receive a portion!"

"I'll put you in touch with the lawyer who handled my divorce. Just mention my recommendation. For now, I'll head back, and we'll stay in contact," the man replied.

The sound of the car door closing reverberated, leaving the screen silent for an extended period.

My mind went blank. I couldn't fathom what I had just witnessed.

Miguel drove directly to the hospital. As the sports car pulled up to the curb, a young girl in a hospital gown casually climbed in.

"Dr. Richardson, this car isn't as comfy as the previous one," she said, her soft, flirtatious tone setting off alarm bells in my head.

This scoundrel—was he involved with a patient? And if she was in pediatrics, wasn't she underage?

My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, shaking with intensity.

Miguel affectionately tousled her hair, speaking in a tone so gentle it made my skin crawl. "Chloe, be a good girl. I won't use this car anymore, alright? Whichever car you prefer, I'll drive that one instead."

Before I could fully comprehend the scene, the passenger door opened from the outside.

"Chloe, are you bothering your godfather again? Did you take your medication on time today? You have surgery coming up, so you can't be careless."

The voice was sickeningly sweet, as if dripping with honey.

Miguel quickly straightened up, feigning to adjust his hair. "No bother at all. Chloe's been well-behaved. I just brought her out for a brief respite before the surgery."

"Let's go, Tricia. The restaurant reservation is set." He smiled.

The young girl shifted to make space for the two of them, squeezing herself into a corner.

Tricia slid into the passenger seat, making herself comfortable. Her golden curls shimmered on the screen.

It was her.

I had encountered her once before at the hospital. At the time, Miguel mentioned that her daughter was fighting the same illness as ours and was also awaiting a kidney donor. I even felt compassion for her situation and, as fellow parents facing similar challenges, assured her that if a donor kidney became available, I would cover the expenses for her daughter's surgery.

But now, based on Miguel's words, a donor had already been secured. So why hadn't he informed me? Why wasn't he saving our daughter?

The entire reason I invested in the hospital and helped him obtain the director position was to ensure our daughter would have priority for treatment.