Alex pressed harder, desperately fighting to save the little boy whose life hung by the thinnest thread.
Sweat streaked his face as he whispered reassurance. "Stay with me, kid. You''re stronger than this."
The bodyguard jabbed a gun directly into Alex''s temple. "Doc, I warned you-fix our Madame first, or you''re done."
Alex didn''t flinch. His voice came cold and fierce.
"Pull the trigger, and your precious madame can find herself another doctor. I''m not leaving this child."
Alex tore open the boy''s shirt, revealing a horrific wound.
Blood had slowed but still oozed, darkening the asphalt. The child''s breaths came
in shallow gasps.
Alex reached into his pocket, pulling out the miracle pills.
With a steady hand, he gently ced one in the boy''s mouth.
"Hold on. You''re gonna make it."
The boy''s mother watched helplessly, tears flooding her cheeks, her voice shaking with prayer.
"Oh God, please spare my son. Please."
Beside her, the father fell to his knees, pleading with the bodyguard.
"Please, he''s our only child. Ten years of prayers brought him to us. Let the doctor save him."
Bystanders crowded closer, anger igniting their voices. "Leave the doctor alone! Can''t you see he''s saving the kid?"
"Have you no heart? Let him work!"
The bodyguard''s eyes darted nervously around, his grip loosening slightly on the gun.
"Move! All of you!" The shrill voice cut through the chaos as rissa Montir emerged from her luxury car, her head slightly injured, fury zing in her eyes.
Snatching the gun from her guard, she fired into the air.
The sharp crack silenced everyone immediately. rissa, dressed extravagantly, her body gleaming with jewels, stormed forward, pointing usingly at the trembling father.
"Are you blind or just stupid? Do you realize what your reckless driving has done? This car cost ten million dors-and it was brand new!"
The father stammered, stunned and shaken, blood sttered on his worn clothes.
"Ma''am, your car swerved into myne. I-"
Voices erupted from the crowd in agreement.
"It was your car that crossed the line!"
"You''re in the wrong!"
"Shut your worthless mouths!" rissa shrieked, firing again.
"Who gave any of you permission to speak? If my car enters yourne, you move aside. That''s how it works. Are you all too stupid to grasp something so simple?"
Terrified by the gun trembling in her grip, the father''s voice faltered. "I''m...I''m sorry."
"Sorry? You think sorry fixes this mess?" rissa spat venomously.
"You''ll pay me the full ten million pluspensation for my emotional trauma! Or I swear, your whole family will rot in prison!"
The crowd gasped, stunned by her heartless demands.
The man, dazed and desperate, stammered, "But I''m just a worker earning three thousand a month-"
"Not my problem! Sell your pathetic wife, sell your organs, sell everything you have for all I care! You owe me, and you will pay or suffer the consequences!" rissa snapped coldly, her face a twisted mask of arrogance and contempt.
The tension exploded like a powder keg until finally, a voice from the crowd shattered the silence.
"Have you no shame? Your car rushed right into this car, and now you''re demanding money from the victim? I''ve got it all on my dashcam! I''ll upload it, let everyone see your ugly truth."
rissa''s eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Bobby," she snapped, motioning to her towering bodyguard, "grab that loudmouth and teach him a lesson."
Bobby strode forward, his massive frame eclipsing the man.
He gripped the man''s cor and delivered two swift, brutal ps.
"What the hell!" the man sputtered, shock painted across his face.
William mmed another punch into the man''s jaw, silencing any protest.
"Listen carefully, you pathetic worms!" rissa shouted, her voice cutting through the stunned crowd.
"I say this loser''s car intentionally hit my car, so that''s what happened if I drift into hisne, then his useless eyes should''ve spotted me and gotten out of the way."
"What''s the point of having eyes if you don''t use them? Your insignificant lives aren''t even worth a mention-die or survive, who cares?"
"This is outrageous!" another voice piped up defiantly.
"Exactly! She''s the one at fault but has the audacity to me others? I''ve never witnessed such arrogance!"
"Enough talking-call the cops!" someone else urged, voices rising in angry agreement.
rissa''s temper red. She whipped out her gun and fired a bullet into the sky again.
The deafening st instantly silenced the angry crowd.
"Do you idiots even know who you''re dealing with? I''m rissa Montir of the Chicago Lords. Even your chief police bends the knee when he sees us. Keep running your mouths, and I''ll have every one of you locked up!" s?novel
The fierce bravado of the crowd wilted instantly.
Nobody wanted to challenge the Montir family, infamous across Chicago for their ruthless cruelty.
"Mom, ignore these nobodies," Henrietta Montir stepped gracefully from the car, her wless porcin skin glowing under the sunlight, captivating everyone who saw her.
"Your head''s bleeding badly. You need to see a doctor right away. You might lose too much blood."
rissa''sposure cracked instantly. Panic reced her fury as she touched her forehead, feeling the trickle of blood.
"Oh God, it''s bleeding! This is serious!" Her eyes darted anxiously around until she spotted Alex tending desperately to the injured boy.
"You there! You''re a doctor, aren''t you? Get over here and treat my injury now!"
"I already told you," Alex snapped, not even looking up, hands still pressed tightly against the boy''s wound. "You''re fine. It''s barely a scratch."
"Barely a scratch? Are you blind or just stupid?" rissa''s voice rose sharply, irritation flooding her face.
"This wound-my precious blood-is pouring out! What if it gets infected? What if
I develop cancer or HIV?"
Alex''s voice was icy with contempt. "Maybe you should just spit on it and rub a little dirt in. You''ll be healed in no time."
rissa recoiled as if pped.
Her face twisted with rage. "How dare you mock me, you worthless excuse for a human! Do you have any idea who I am? Since marrying into the Montir family, nobody-nobody-has dared refuse me!"
"I prioritize saving lives," Alex growled, finally meeting her gaze, eyes zing with
disgust.
"This kid is barely hanging on. Your scratch doesn''t evene close."
"How dare you put this filthy nobody on the same level as me?" rissa shrieked, eyes venomous.
"I am rissa Montir, wife of the Chicago Lords! My life is precious beyond yourprehension-you can''tpare me to this dirt beneath my feet!" With cold malice, rissa stormed toward Alex, ring down at the barely- conscious eight years old boy. Without a flicker of remorse, she raised her gun.
Three shots thundered through the sky.
The boy''s small body went limp.
"There," she said coldly, eyes glittering with cruel satisfaction. "Better dead than wasting any more time on a worthless runt."
The boy''s mother let out an agonized scream before copsing to the ground, unconscious.