Rebirth: Clinging to My Possessive Magnate

The renovation over at the hospital is mobilizing most of the company’s resources; nothing is allowed to be sloppy, and the quality is absolutely the best.

No one has seen what the interior looks like, but large vans are coming and going from time to time, and it looks like they’re transporting medical equipment.

While the renovations are busy over there, Sophie Wilson is putting effort into recruitment as well.

That recruitment announcement, no matter from which angle you look at it, reveals just four words—overflowing with money!

Forget about public hospitals’ benefits, even private hospitals’ benefits can’t compare to those at Sophie Wilson’s hospital.

"Nonsense, absolute nonsense!" Old Mr. Chapman learned of this news and was so angry that he slammed the table and immediately called Old Mr. Seymour.

Old Mr. Seymour was playing with his little one, and when the call came in, he put the toy down beside the child and said with a smile, "Little one, great-grandpa is going to take a call, can you play by yourself for a bit?"

The little one nodded earnestly and said, "Okay."

The child’s innocent voice made Old Mr. Seymour smile tenderly, and after ruffling the child’s hair, he went to answer the phone.

"Hello." Old Mr. Seymour picked up the phone, and a questioning voice came through, "What is Charles Seymour doing? Is he going to play with people’s lives just for money?"

Old Mr. Seymour hadn’t heard this voice in decades, but the detestable tone was unmistakable: "So it’s you, Old Mr. Chapman."

"Don’t waste my time with useless pleasantries, I’m telling you... hello, hello..." Old Mr. Chapman incredulously called out a few times, only to realize that the call was indeed hung up by Old Mr. Seymour, the busy signal sounding like a sharp slap on his face.

Enraged, Old Mr. Chapman dialed again, and once connected, he harshly demanded, "Why did you hang up?"

"You said there was no need for pleasantries. I don’t want to talk to you, so of course I hung up." Old Mr. Seymour was truly blunt this time.

"You think I want to talk to you?" Old Mr. Chapman rebuked angrily, "You killed my daughter..."

"Who killed her? Back then..."

"If your son hadn’t married my daughter, would she have died?" Old Mr. Chapman interrupted Old Mr. Seymour angrily.

"It was your daughter who insisted on marrying Ethan Seymour!" Old Mr. Seymour felt that agreeing to this marriage was the most regrettable decision he had ever made.

"Stop giving me that nonsense. I don’t want to talk about these past matters anymore, as you won’t admit them anyway. Let’s talk about Charles Seymour. What is he trying to do now?" Old Mr. Chapman demanded.

"What about Charles?" Old Mr. Seymour frowned. His son might be unreliable, but his grandson Charles was definitely dependable.

What gives Old Man Chapman the right to talk about Charles like this?

"Do you know that Charles Seymour is allowing his fiancée to open a hospital?"

Old Mr. Seymour was baffled by Old Mr. Chapman’s question: "What’s wrong with Sophie opening a hospital?"

"What’s wrong? Haven’t you seen Sophie Wilson’s recruitment? Promising such high salaries and benefits, and then failing to deliver, causing unrest among staff at other hospitals and disrupting their normal operations. Do you know that this is playing with patients’ lives, this is playing with people’s lives!"

Old Mr. Chapman’s angry words left Old Mr. Seymour puzzled for quite a while: "Who said Sophie can’t deliver on high salaries and benefits?"