The Demon Child
Chapter 4
“The police didn’t even manage to trace it. Who do you think you are?
“I’m telling you, don’t push your luck.
“Once Greg’s here, you won’t even get that hundred thousand dollars!”
Just when she said that, someone opened the door.
A middle-aged man dressed in a tailor-made suit walked in.
Two lawyers holding their work bags followed behind him.
He had a broad figure and looked imposing.
It was Greg.
“Greg! You’re finally here!”
Mary immediately put on a pitiful look and threw herself at Greg.
“This person is bullying me and Charlie! He’s threatening to send Charlie to jail!
“Help us!”
Greg patted her back and swept his dark eyes across the room.
Finally, his eyes landed on me. He looked at me as though I was just a bug he could squish.
“It’s you?”
He walked toward me and looked down.
“Young man, don’t be so rash.
“He’s just an immature child. It’s a small matter.
“I’ll pay for all medical expenses and give you another two hundred thousand dollars for emotional compensation.
“That will be the end of it.”
He was not trying to discuss matters with me. Those are directives.
It was the type of arrogance that stemmed from holding a high position.
The lawyer next to him immediately passed me an agreement.
“Just sign it, it’s for the better.”
Greg lit a cigarette and ignored the no smoking sign on the wall.
The police officer frowned. He wanted to speak, but Greg silenced him with a look.
It was obvious what money could do.
I looked at the family before me and studied the smug looks on their faces.
I was extremely furious.
“What if I don’t sign it?”
I looked up and met Greg’s eyes.
Greg was momentarily stunned. He had not expected me to reject him.
He blew a ring of smoke at my face.
“No?”
He laughed cruelly.
“Young man, do you know who I am? I’m the CEO of Kind Hospital.
“I have many ways to make life extremely difficult for you in this city.
“Do you believe that you’ll get fired by your company tomorrow? Do you believe that you won’t be able to even find a place to stay?”
He leaned in and lowered his voice as he said viciously, “The police won’t find any information on that needle. Even if they do, it’s just regular medical waste.
“I’ll give you some money, and you’ll just have to spend a few days in jail. If you don’t agree to it, I can assure you that you’ll regret this for the rest of your life.”
He was blatantly threatening me.
He did not care if that needle was infected.
He only cared about his reputation and his son’s freedom.
To him, an average person like me was nothing.
I clenched my fists as my fingernails dug into my palms.
The pain kept me thinking straight.
“Mr. Smith, how arrogant you are.”
I stood up and tore the check worth two hundred thousand dollars into pieces.
Then, I threw the pieces at Greg’s face.
“Save the money for your son’s coffin. I believe in justice.
“I don’t believe you’ll be able to cover up what’s in that needle!”
Greg’s face darkened immediately.
He raised his hand as if he wanted to hit me.
“How dare you?”
At the same time, someone knocked.
A forensic doctor walked in with a report.
His expression was solemn. He even seemed a little terrified.
“Officer Swift, the lab results of that needle are out.”
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