Chapter 2 My Dad Is Super Rich?

• Edward was completely dazed during the entire journey.
• Everything in front of him felt like a dream.
• It wasn't until he followed the old man to the ICU ward of Orilorn Hospital and saw his mother, covered in tubes but out of surgery, that he snapped back to reality.
• Joy, excitement, gratitude—emotions surged like a flood and overwhelmed him.
• "Mr. Murphy, we've lived up to your expectations. The liver transplant was very successful."
• The doctor in the white coat spoke respectfully as he approached.
• Edward was stunned. This doctor was his mother's attending physician, a renowned expert at Orilorn Hospital, and an authority in the medical field.
• The liver transplant was also suggested by him.
• How could a medical bigshot like him, who remained unfazed before influential men, show respect for this old man?
• "Thank you, Dr. Newman," Robert Murphy said, making a hand gesture to express his gratitude.
• Willard trembled and quickly waved his hands. He said, "You don't have to do this, Mr. Murphy. You're too kind."
• When Robert withdrew his hands, Willard let out a breath of relief.
• Then Willard turned to Edward. His gaze darkened, and he said with a smile, "Edward, you're a good son, and you're blessed. As long as your mother gets through the recovery period, the surgery will be a complete success."
• Hearing this, Edward could no longer hold back; his eyes reddened with tears.
• "Thank you, Dr. Newman."
• Seeing Edward about to bow to him, Willard was shocked and quickly stopped him. He said, "A doctor must have compassion, and this is my duty."
• Willard was well aware of Robert's identity.
• The illness of Clara Miller, Edward's mother, had warranted Robert's personal involvement. In other words, Edward must not be an ordinary man.
• Edward wasn't naive. Willard's earlier reaction was intense, and now his reaction to him was completely normal.
• Willard's reputation as a doctor for his compassion and attitude toward them remained consistent.
• Despite this, Edward could sense that previously, his attitude toward him was purely professional, but now it included some awe toward somebody more powerful than him.
• "Mr. Murphy, if there's nothing else, I need to go now. I've already informed the dean," Willard said.
• Robert waved his hand and said, "I don't want to make a fuss for this visit, so I'll skip meeting the dean."
• "Very well."
• Willard didn't insist. He glanced regretfully at Edward and then left.
• Thud!
• Edward knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face as he groveled to Robert three times.
• "Thank you for saving my mother. I will forever be grateful."
• Before he could finish, Robert hurriedly helped him up and said, "Master Edward, please get up. If anyone should be kneeling, it should be me, the servant, kneeling to you."
• Edward was bewildered. The joy and excitement of his mother's recovery had now given way to calmness.
• During the first meeting, Robert addressed him as 'Master.'
• His family was not wealthy, and he had grown up with his mother. It was only after graduating from college and starting work that their situation gradually improved.
• When Olivia married him, he always remembered it with gratitude and guilt.
• The idea of having a servant was completely foreign to him.
• Not to mention that a servant arrived in a Rolls-Royce Phantom!
• Robert chuckled and explained, "Actually, I came to save your mother at the behest of the old master."
• Pausing, he added, "He's your father."
• Boom!
• Shocked, Edward's expression changed dramatically.
• His father was a distant, almost mythical figure to him.
• His mother had always told him that his father had died before he was born.
• "That's impossible. My father passed away a long time ago," Edward muttered, shaking his head in disbelief.
• Robert seemed to have expected this reaction. He smiled and explained, "Your father is still alive. On the contrary, he is a powerful and influential man. He fell in love with your mother, and they gave birth to you. The details are too complicated to explain in a few words."
• Edward felt a storm brewing in his mind. His hands trembled as he struggled to accept this reality. "If he's alive and as powerful as you say, why hasn't he ever come to see us? Why wait until my mom is on her deathbed to send you?"
• Getting more agitated, he pointed to his mother in the ICU and questioned, "Why didn't he come himself?"
• "He was protecting you and your mother," Robert said. "Master Garrick has taken control of the family, and he's deeply regretful. That's why he sent me to visit and make up for the past twenty years."
• "Make up? How?"
• Edward's eyes filled with tears, and his voice choked with anger. "Does he know how we've lived? People called me a b*stard, and my mom worked herself to the bone to raise me. She's sick because of all the hard work she did!"
• Smack!
• Robert handed Edward a black card adorned with a purple flower. He explained, "This is a token of your father's goodwill."
• Edward stared at the card, stunned.
• He had never seen anything like it before.
• Suddenly, a surge of rage exploded within him.
• Could money make up for over twenty years of neglect?
• The old man gave him no chance to explode. "This card is just a gesture. Your father sent me to rectify his past mistakes. What he truly wants is for you and your mother to come home openly."
• "Of course, this requires you to display enough strength to silence the naysayers in the family. I'm here to help you grow until you can take over from your father. Then, power and wealth will be in your hands, and your mother will have the honour she deserves."
• Edward was utterly bewildered.
• Robert's words echoed like a nightmare.
• By the time he snapped out of it, the old man had disappeared.
• Turning the card over, Edward found a slip of paper with Robert's number.
• Rubbing his face, Edward smiled bitterly as he glanced worriedly at his mother in the ICU.
• For him, nothing Robert had said was more important than his mother's safety.
• The next morning.
• Olivia called Edward, shrieking for him to get a divorce.
• Edward didn't argue with her. He left the hospital and took a taxi to City Hall.
• From a distance, he saw Olivia impatiently pacing outside.
• Her anger flared when she saw him. She pointed at him and shouted, "Remember this! I'm the one who wants the divorce. Don't you dare regret it later!"
• "Let's go. I won't regret it," Edward said coldly.
• Olivia was stunned by his firm, cold demeanour.
• They had dated for four years and been married for three, but she had never seen him act this way.
• Fuming, she stomped her foot and followed him inside.
• It took only ten minutes to finalize the divorce.
• Outside City Hall, Olivia glared at Edward as he walked away. She declared, "You'll regret this someday, you worthless loser!"
• Screech!
• An Audi A4L pulled up in front of Olivia. Randy Thomas, Olivia's brother, stuck his head out and grinned. He asked, "Sis, did you ditch that loser?"
• "Yeah, it's done," Olivia snapped, giving him a look. "Aren't you supposed to be my brother? Why are you so happy about my divorce?"
• Randy laughed and said, "Edward is a loser. You marrying him was a mistake. Divorcing him is escaping a life of misery."
• Olivia's expression shifted and changed the subject. "So, how are things going with your girlfriend?"
• Randy's face fell and said, "Don't even ask. Beatrice works at the bank and has high standards. She wants a dowry of seventy-five thousand dollars, plus a house and a car. Edward's thirty thousand barely makes a dent."
• "It's my fault." Olivia sighed guiltily.
• Meanwhile ...
• After leaving City Hall, Edward didn't go straight to Orilorn Hospital.
• Instead, he took a cab to a nearby bank.
• Despite his disdain for his father's financial compensation, Edward couldn't deny that he needed the money. Whether it was for his mother's ongoing medical expenses or their living costs, they needed it desperately.