I Texted My Dad One Word The World Burned novel Chapter 12

Chapter 2

Vanessa finally let go of me with a look of disgust.

I turned around–only to find a stranger standing behind me.

Her name badge said it all: Hospital Director.

“Oh, sweetheart, you should’ve told me you were coming,” she gushed, linking arms with Vanessa.

“I would’ve cleared the private elevator for you. No need to wait around with the desperate crowd. God knows what kind of energy clings to these people.”

The two of them stood there like they ran the place–because clearly, now they did.

That’s when it hit me–Aiden had replaced the hospital director behind my back.

With her sister.

Vanessa glared at me with venom.

“This woman not only cut in front of me–she had the nerve to run her mouth. I was just about to teach her a lesson.”

The director gave me a once–over, eyes full of contempt.

“And where did you crawl out from, sweetheart? Wearing that knockoff trash, pretending you belong here? You do realize this hospital doesn’t take walk–ins from the slums, right?”

I glanced down at my clothes–custom Italian maternity wear, radiation–shielded, worth six figures. And they thought I looked like a street beggar.

I met the director’s gaze, my voice ice–cold. “This hospital will be shuttered by tomorrow. You have my word.”

I founded this place with a mission: every patient, no matter their status, deserved top–tier care.

Now? It was a cesspool of elitism, humiliation, and cruelty–especially to pregnant women.

The director blinked, caught off guard, then her face twisted with fury. “Who do you think you are? Even Mrs. Whitlock hasn’t said a peep, and you’re mouthing off?”

Vanessa’s expression darkened. She nodded at the nearby security guards. “Pin her down. I’m done playing nice. Time to teach her some manners.”

My face didn’t waver. “Lay one finger on me, and I swear, none of you will walk away from this.”

Vanessa hesitated for a split second. Then she lunged forward, slamming her foot into my stomach. “You think you can talk big before I’ve even dealt with you?”

My body crashed against the wall. Pain seared through my abdomen like a wildfire. I crumpled, clutching my belly, sweat pouring down my face

“Help my stomach–get me to the ER,” I gasped.

Vanessa scoffed. “Oh, please. I barely nudged you, and now you’re playing the victim card?”

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