Spoiled by the Silver Fox

"Your future mother-in-law is seriously ill in bed and urgently needs a kidney transplant to save her life... Silver Fox, you won't just sit by and do nothing, will you?" Asked Stephanie. So that was the reason.

Sebastian's face lightened up slightly and said faintly, "Anything else?"

"Other than that, I just want the title of a president's wife! I don't need anything else; I can support myself!" Answered Stephanie.

Sebastian sneered silently. Women sure knew how to lie.

Stephanie, already labeled a gold-digger in his book, had become utterly untrustworthy.

"Fine, you'd better really be able to do that." Said Sebatian.

Such a shameless request could be understood for the sake of her mother's serious illness. Still, asking for anything further would be too much.

Hearing his tone, Stephanie got annoyed and said, "What do you mean, Silver Fox? Do you think I agreed to marry you just because of your status and wealth? It was you who said you wanted to take responsibility for me! I only reluctantly agreed to marry you because I happened to need these things! I don't even like you! If I hadn't lost my virginity, who would want to marry someone as old and ugly as you - nearly 12 years older than me? Hmph!"

With that, Stephanie angrily hung up the phone. But after hanging up, she regretted it a bit.

Venting her anger felt good, but what if he got mad and went back on his word?

Sebastian was indeed shocked by the "old and ugly" comment. His face darkened like a burnt pot, looking extremely displeased.

Was he ugly?

Was he old?

Was the age difference really that big?

It was only nine years!

Whatever, there was no point arguing with a young girl who only sought empty fame.

Sebastian was quite efficient in handling things.

Stephanie only stood with her unconscious mother at the hospital entrance for less than 10 minutes before a group of doctors arrived and personally escorted them inside.

They were even arranged to stay in a luxurious, high-end private room, complete with a private bathroom and a small kitchen.

"Ms. Bishop, are you satisfied with this place?" The hospital's Deputy Dean, a middle-aged bald man, asked with a flattering expression.

Stephanie lifted her chin and said coldly, "Where's the Dean? Wasn't he the one who wanted to kick us out of the hospital earlier?"

The Deputy Dean bowed and grinned, "The Dean was called away by someone higher up; he's not here right now!"

The Dean must have offended someone important! His position was at risk, meaning there was a chance for the Deputy Dean to take over.

And all these events were caused by this Ms. Bishop standing before him. He didn't know the specifics, but his instincts told him that siding with her certainly wouldn't be a mistake!

Stephanie nodded, "Oh... I see. Who are you again?"C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

Seeing the respectful attitudes of the surrounding doctors, he didn't seem to be an ordinary doctor.

"I am the Deputy Dean of this hospital. If Ms. Bishop has any needs, please let me know. In the absence of the Dean, I am responsible for handling all hospital affairs." "What about my mother's illness..." Said Stephanie.

"Please rest assured, Ms. Bishop.

We have contacted all the hospitals nationwide and are looking for a kidney donor that matches your mother. I believe there will be good news soon! When the time comes, I will personally perform the kidney transplant surgery for your mother to ensure she recovers fully."

Hearing this, Stephanie felt a huge weight lifted off her chest.

This was why so many ordinary people yearned for power, hoping to become so-called successful individuals.

Because ordinary people could easily be bullied, and sometimes merely surviving was a luxury, like her mother's case.

"Thank you, Deputy Dean. I will

entrust my mother's life to you with

confidence! If the Dean is indeed

replaced, I will put in a good word for you to someone influential." Said Stephanie.

The Deputy Dean nodded with a knowing smile.

He knew he had made the right bet - Ms. Bishop was indeed very smart.