"Dad still had a chance to pull through, but that con artist used so nonsense acupuncture on him. After that, all hope was gone!"
She hugged herself as she spoke, her thin fra trembling. Her dress, once crisp and elegant, was now crumpled, stained with tear marks.
She shot Sera a look filled with bla, her lips quivering as she tried to hold back another sob.
The second son of the Kleinberg family joined in, his voice sharp and cutting. "Sera, why did you bring a fraud like that to treat your grandpa? He was always so good to you—how could you do this?"
He stood tall, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, his jaw clenched in anger. His eyes, usually calm and calculating, were now stormy with rage.
He paced a few steps, his polished shoes tapping impatiently on the floor, as if he couldn't stand still with all the frustration boiling inside him.
It was like the Kleinberg family had planned it. One by one, they pointed the finger at Eric, piling all the bla on him.
To them, it was simple: Eric Vaughn, the so-called "fraud," was the reason for everything. They repeated it over and over—he had no dical license, he ssed around with treatnts he didn't understand, and he caused their father's death.
All the bla was directed at Eric Vaughn.
Among them, the second daughter of the Kleinberg family was the most outspoken. She lashed out at Sera, accusing her of bringing that suspicious man into the hospital.
If not for that bastard nad Eric reckless interference, her father's condition wouldn't have taken such a sudden turn for the worse.
Sera stood in the cold hospital room, motionless, as harsh words rained down on her. She didn't argue, didn't try to defend herself, she just stood there, her eyes brimming with tears.
She looked at the familiar faces in the room, faces that now seed so distant, so alien. These were her family, weren't they? Yet at this mont, they felt like strangers.
Then, in a quiet, almost fragile voice, she finally spoke:
"Why didn't you call when Grandpa's condition worsened? Why am I only hearing about this now?"
Her words weren't loud. There was no anger, no desperate shouting, just a soft question, as light as a feather. And yet, as soon as it left her lips, the entire room fell into silence.
Why? The answer was obvious. Because if she knew, she would have insisted on continuing the treatnt.
But no one dared to say that out loud.
A mont later, the doctor standing by the hospital bed, a middle-aged man with thinning hair, finally spoke up. His voice was calm, but his words carried a weight that pressed down on the entire room.
"Miss Sera, around two hours ago, for reasons unknown, your grandfather's condition suddenly took a turn for the worse. We did everything we could to save him. However, one of our critical machines was damaged… by the man you brought here." His tone remained professional, but there was an undeniable accusation in his gaze.
"Not only that, but five of our top specialists were also injured by him. Because of that, they were unable to perform the ergency procedure. In the end, we had no choice but to issue a critical condition notice. Your grandfather's four direct relatives signed the agreent… to discontinue treatnt."
Sera took a step back. Then another. The world around her blurred, and the voices faded into a distant hum.
Before she knew it, she was out in the hallway, her legs giving out beneath her as she collapsed onto one of the chairs. Her whole body felt numb. She buried her face between her knees, her mind spinning in circles.
Who was to bla for this? Was it the so-called stranger? Perhaps not. Even without him, Grandpa's condition had already deteriorated beyond saving. He likely wouldn't have made it through the night anyway. Was it the family's fault?
Maybe not. She knew her grandfather's condition better than anyone. Even if they hadn't signed that agreent, he would only have lasted a few more hours at most.
Then who was responsible? Her fingers clenched into fists as a dark thought flickered through her mind. Maybe… It was her own fault.
'Why am I so powerless? Why couldn't I do anything for Grandpa when he needed the most? Why wasn't I by his side this whole ti?'
The hospital corridor was busy with doctors and patients passing by, their footsteps echoing through the sterile white halls. Inside the ward, the Kleinberg Family's sobbing had faded, replaced by heated argunts.
"I'm the eldest son of this family! I've been the company's vice president for years, managing things under Dad's leadership. I know the ins and outs of our business better than anyone. Now that he's gone, the company should naturally be inherited by . That's the only way to keep things stable!"
"Says who?! Many projects, and the biggest deal in the company, was all my doing! If it weren't for bringing in the money, you wouldn't even last as vice president!" Experience tales at My Virtual Library Empire
"Because I'm your older brother! I am the firstborn of the Family! The eldest son has the right to inherit the family assets. Do you have any idea how many people are eyeing Kleinberg Industries from the outside? If I don't take over, the company will be thrown into chaos!" Logan roared, his voice filled with frustration and authority.
Their father's body hadn't even gone cold, yet his children were already at each other's throats over the inheritance.
Sera sat in the hallway, her mind completely blank. She didn't care about the family fortune. She didn't care who took over the company. She only knew one thing—her last family mber was gone.
From now on, she was alone again. No one would protect her. No one would love her unconditionally.
As the siblings continued to argue inside, their faces red with anger, the sound of steady, rhythmic footsteps echoed down the hallway.
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