Chapter 2

Before I could say anything else, Head Nurse Tiffany snatched my phone and violently smashed it on the floor.

The screen shattered instantly.

She crossed her arms, smirking at me with disdain.

“Oh, so you dare threaten the Director? Who the hell do you think you are?”

She scanned me with contempt.

“Look at you, dressed like a pauper. I bet you can’t afford the VIP fees for Serenity Haven. Are you trying to stage a scene to extort money?”

“Let me tell you, no way!”

My chest tightened with anger, and I found it almost laughable.

Because of my extremely sensitive skin, all my clothes are top-tier custom cotton, without any labels.

In the eyes of a brand-obsessed snob like her, it just looked like proof of my "poverty."

“Ah… it hurts…”

Mom groaned in agony, cold sweat beading on her pale face, her lips starting to turn purple.

My heart was pounding. I couldn’t waste time arguing with this idiot.

“My mom is in critical condition! Call a doctor, now!”

Tiffany arrogantly tilted her chin up. “A doctor? Even a doctor has to listen to me.”

“I said no medication, and that means no medication! No one can change my decision!”

Her irrational stubbornness finally pushed me over the edge.

“Fine, you won’t call a doctor, will you? I’ll take my mom to the hospital myself!”

I immediately moved to help my mother into her wheelchair, ready to take her away.

It was only a ten-minute drive to the nearest major hospital; there should still be enough time!

Tiffany’s eyes hardened, and she gestured to two burly male orderlies nearby.

“Grab her!”

The two men instantly moved, gripping my arms tightly, one on each side, pinning me in place.

Tiffany walked up to me, a triumphant smirk on her face.

“Ms. Summer, the contract you signed clearly states that your mother must stay with us for a full year.”

“If she leaves now, people outside will think we mistreat the elderly at Serenity Haven! Can you bear that responsibility?”

I was trembling with fury.

She clearly intended to hold my mother here, forcing her to suffer a slow, agonizing death!

Just then, hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor.

Director Miller came panting down the hall.

“Stop!”

“What are you doing!”

When I first brought my mother here, I had specifically told Director Miller about her history of coronary heart disease and emphasized the need for her emergency heart medication to be on hand at all times.

He had promised me emphatically that he would give my mother extra care.

So I quickly shouted, “Director Miller, my mom is having a heart attack…”

But before I could finish, Tiffany rushed forward, throwing herself in front of Director Miller.

“Director, you’re finally here!”

She pointed at me, her voice laced with a sob.

“This visitor is causing a scene! The old lady just has normal chest tightness, she just needs to rest.”

“But she refused to listen, insisted on giving the elder unauthorized medication, and even threatened to call an outside doctor! Doesn’t she trust the professional standards of Serenity Haven?”

“I was only stopping her for the old lady’s safety!”

After listening to her tearful accusation, Director Miller turned to me, his brows furrowed in a knot.

His gaze swept over the shattered phone and pill bottle on the floor, then landed on me.

“Madam, making such a scene here, it’s unacceptable!”

“Head Nurse Tiffany is an expert our CEO, Mr. James, specially invited back from overseas. All the rules she sets are to ensure the safety of all our residents’ medication.”

“As a family member, how can you be so unreasonable, causing trouble for no reason?”

I looked at this man, twisting the truth so blatantly, and felt a wave of nausea.

I had invested two hundred million dollars to build Serenity Haven, the most luxurious high-end nursing home in Newport City.

To give my husband, James, who married into my family and was always eager to climb the social ladder, some status, I had given him the CEO position.

After my father passed away, my work required frequent business trips, leaving me unable to care for my mother personally.

Thinking that my own nursing home would provide proper care, I had entrusted her here.

But look at the kind of people James had hired!

A surge of anger shot from my chest to my head.

“Rules? My mom is dying right now, and you’re talking about rules?”

“This nursing home was built with my money! Is this how you treat an investor’s family?”

I thought that revealing my true identity would at least make them hesitant, make them prioritize saving my mother’s life.

However, as soon as I finished speaking, Tiffany slapped me directly across the face.

She pointed a finger at my nose, cursing: “You built it? Who the hell do you think you are to say such a thing?”