Chapter 276: Buried Fury
Before Richard could draw breath to launch his furious rebuttal, the door to the hospital suite slammed open with a deafening crack.
Everyone inside jumped. The sharp, jarring sound echoed off the sterile walls like a gunshot.
A woman stormed in—graying hair disheveled, eyes blazing with fury, her presence like a thunderstorm rolling into the room. Greg froze. She looked... familiar. Her posture. Her gait. Her energy. It was like seeing a ghost from a blurred memory.
He barely had time to process it when—
*SLAP!*
The sound was sharp and brutal, and for a moment, the world went still.
Richard’s head snapped to the side, the color draining from his face as he held his cheek, stunned into silence. No one in the room had ever seen him—the great Richard Cross—struck like that. Not by business rivals. Not by enemies. And certainly not like this.
"You damn old man!" the woman seethed, her voice shaking from emotion. "How dare you speak that way about the woman your son loves! About the mother of your unborn grandchildren!"
Her voice cracked. Her hands trembled. "You haven’t changed, Richard. You’ve only rotted. More bitter. More cruel. More obsessed with power. I kept my silence for years—but not anymore."
Greg couldn’t breathe.
Richard opened his mouth, but she cut him off like a blade through air.