In the midst of their conversation, Wilfrid pulled out a card from his pocket and handed it to Maggie.
âThere are several thousand dollars on this card. It should be enough to cover your medical expenses and also suffice for your living costs for a while.â
When Maggie saw the card, her eyes lit up, but then she felt puzzled.
She quickly lifted her head and asked him, âWhere did the money in your card come from?â
Wilfridâs reaction was quite calm as he spoke the truth. âThis is the money Iâve earned from working at the coffee shop near school. Itâs not ill-gotten wealth, so you donât have to worry. Feel free to spend it.
From now on, every two months, Iâll also send some money home. It should be enough to cover your living expenses.â
Upon hearing that, Maggie immediately became angry. âHow did you end up working at a coffee shop?
Arenât you supposed to be in school? Who allowed you to make such a big decision on your own? Why didnât you discuss it with us at home? Your father and I donât approve of this at all. You must go there and quit immediately! Itâs absurd to neglect your studies and go out to work!â
Nigel also roared at him in anger. âWhy are you working at such a young age instead of focusing on your studies? At your age, you should be diligently studying in school. We are counting on you to excel in your college entrance exams. Thereâs no need for you to work. Quit your job immediately. If I find out youâre still there, washing dishes and serving water, I may break your legs!â
Wilfridâs gaze was indifferent, shifting from his father to his mother, his eyes filled with determination.
âMom, Dad, Iâve turned eighteen this year. Iâm capable of living and working independently. I donât need anyone to guide me in whatever I do, and I consider my own decisions. I came to the decision to work after careful consideration. As for my studies, you donât have to worry. I can handle it myself. So far, there are no signs of my academic performance declining. Iâve always been at the top of my class, and you can rest assured about that. I know our familyâs condition isnât so bad that I need to work. However, I want to do this. From now on, every penny I spend will be earned by my own hands and feet, through legitimate labor, not through the charity of others.â
âAre you suggesting that we are giving you charity?â
âIf you ask my sister for money to fund my education, to me, thatâs charity. I absolutely refuse to use that money, so stop bothering her. This is the last time Iâm telling you this. If I find out youâve troubled her again, thenâ¦â
Before he could finish his sentence, Maggie and Nigel exchanged a glance, understanding his intentions.
Nigel was instantly infuriated, raising his voice to yell at his son. âWhat? Do you want to sever ties with us? To think you would abandon your own parents for a stranger!â
âThatâs not what I meant.â Wilfrid frowned.
âI donât care what you mean. Right now, youâre threatening us. Wilfrid, let me tell you, stop always siding with your sister. Even if you continue to do so, she wonât remember you, let alone consider you important. Go to school now and behave yourself!â
Seeing that he couldnât get through to them, Wilfrid suddenly didnât want to say anything at all.
He gently reminded his father to eat well, then left the hospital room.
Just as he had barely stepped out of the ward, Maggie, in a huff, pressed the bell, summoning the nurse over.
When Wilfrid was leaving, he crossed paths with a nurse who was rushing over.
The nurse recognized him as the son of Nigel and Maggie, casting him a look of utter helplessness.
By the time the nurse rushed into the room, Maggie gave her an impatient glare. âWhy are the medical staff so slow? Iâve been calling you for ages, and only now have you come over! My husband and I have been waiting forever!â
The nurse took a deep breath, maintaining her professional composure without showing any signs of anger. She politely asked them what they needed.
Maggie was quite blunt, saying, âI want you to perform every possible test your hospital can do on my husband. Also, use the best medicine on him! If there are any imported, expensive ones, just prescribe them. Weâre not short of money. We can afford it!â
The nurse furrowed her brows, advising, âNot all tests are necessary for this patient. He simply has acute gastroenteritis. After receiving the IV drip, he will recover and can be discharged. Thereâs no need for these tests. Moreover, some health examination procedures can actually harm the body. Our recommendation is to avoid them if possible.â
Both Maggie and Nigel insisted on going ahead with it, stating that someone else would cover the costs.
In the end, the nurse had no choice but to write them a prescription and schedule an appointment.
Upon reaching the nurseâs station, a junior nurse asked her what happened. âWhy were you gone for so long? What were you asked to do?â
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