The viewers’ worldviews were shattered. In real life, they might catch a cold or fever once every couple of months, but here they were, watching Eric Vaughn stumble into six elderly emergencies in one morning just by wandering around. It was absurd, like absurdity opened the door for more absurdity.
Even though the colorful-haired thugs like guys stepped in to stop him again, Eric didn’t give up on saving the man. This time, he was determined to change how people saw him and slap these ignorant fools in the face when he actually do his work this time and save the man.
“You’re out of time to think. If I don’t act, your dad will be dead in exactly five minutes—guaranteed.”
Eric turned his back to the livestream, then with the man with his father and locking eyes. His tone left no room for doubt.
The middle-aged man, Henry, was torn. He lifted his left hand to check the time, nearly ten minutes had passed since he’d called 911 for an ambulance.
The First Hospital wasn’t far from here; an ambulance should’ve arrived in less than five minutes. But now, almost ten minutes had passed, and there wasn’t even a sign of it or horn of an ambulance.
Taking a deep breath, Henry finally made up his mind. “Remember what you said. And If anything happens to my father, I will fucking kill you.” The ambulance was taking too long, something must’ve gone wrong. He couldn’t wait anymore.
Henry was panicking. He knew his father’s condition better than anyone. A clot like this, if not treated fast, would kill him. Right now, he had no choice but to treat a dead horse as if it were alive and hope for the best.
“You just made the smartest decision of your damn entire life,” Eric said, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. He stepped toward the white-haired old man. “With me here, your father will be perfectly fine.” A little clot? In front of his acupuncture technique it was nothing.
Finally, a chance to prove himself. Eric Vaughn glanced at the colorful-haired gang who’d been tailing him, especially at the phones they were holding up to livestream.
‘Hmph! Just watch—watch me save this old man. Once he’s saved, it’ll be broadcast all over the internet. All the bad rumors about him would turn around.’ Eric Vaughn flashed a confident smile.
The multi coloured hair punks, still livestreaming, saw Henry actually agree to let this so-called “fraud” treat his father. Panic hit them hard.
They couldn’t let Eric succeed. This job came straight from their boss’s boss’s, failure wasn’t an option. They absolutely couldn’t let Eric Vaughn save anyone.
And this Wade family head, had he lost his mind? Everyone knew this guy was a con artist, yet he was letting him treat his dad.
Did he secretly want his father gone for good or something? Thinking about it that way, the colorful-haired gang suddenly felt like Henry’s decision made sense. What a ‘devoted’ son.
The yellow-haired guy spoke up, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Hey man, don’t you know this guy just killed the head of the big family just a few days ago? Are you sure you want him treating your father?”
The green-haired guy jumped in right after. “No way, no way, man, you’re not doing this on purpose, are you?”
The gray-haired youth chimed in with a dramatic gasp, “Whoa!”
Henry stayed silent, his face dark and gloomy.
Eric Vaughn pulled out his unsterilized silver needles, ready to start his acupuncture work. But in that moment, he felt a familiar gaze on him. Instinctively, he turned his head to look.
In the next instant, his right hand, holding the needle, froze mid-air. His mouth dropped into an O shape, and his expression shifted from shock to joy in a flash. “Sera?”
Even through the tiny gap in the crowd, he recognized her instantly, the girl who haunted his dreams.
Sure, during his few days as a ‘guest’ in the detention center, Sera hadn’t visited him once.
But that was fine, he’d already convinced himself it was because she was too busy. Her grandfather had just passed away, so of course she’d be caught up with that. Eric nodded to himself, satisfied with his inner reasoning.
Sera noticed Eric staring at her too. That blatant, shameless look made her feel sick. Without thinking, she leaned closer to Alex, wrapping her arms tightly around his.
That’s when Eric realized there was someone else next to Sera… a man.
The moment he saw Alex, for some reason, a wave of disgust and irritation hit him hard. What made it worse? This guy was ridiculously good-looking!
Eric hated anyone better-looking than him. It was the classic setup: the plain hero versus the handsome villain.
Normally, he’d just dislike guys better-looking than him, in novels it was for a comedy purpose and for seeing the reaction of handsome villains after some nobody steals their girls.
But seeing the girl he’d been pining for clinging so closely to another man’s arm, and that man’s arm clearly slightly touch her, generous boobs, his hostility and hatred toward Alex shot through the roof.
‘Damn it, who’s this jerk? How could he be so close to Sera? In broad daylight, under a clear sky—what a disgrace! The world was going downhill!’
His eyes darted between the two of them. Seeing how cozy they looked, were they… a couple? Eric Vaughn’s heart trembled at the thought.
No way. Absolutely not!
‘Sera is mine. She is my first love—she is my first love at sight. No way I’ll let some filthy guy steal her away…’ With that thought, Eric dropped the needles, forgot about the dying man on the ground, and stood up.
He shoved through the crowded people, leaving Henry staring in confusion, and marched right up to the two of them.
“Ahh ahh Sera, it’s been a while,” he said with a slightly loose breath, forcing a grin. He stretched out his right hand, flashing what he thought was a charming smile.
But Sera didn’t even glance at his outstretched hand. “Who are you?” she asked coldly.
“I’m Eric! Don’t you remember me?” Panic crept into his voice.
Sera’s attitude stayed icy. This con artist had tricked her before, and she was already holding back from clawing his face off. “I Don’t know you. Have me met?”