Chapter 5

Alex was in his hospital bed, watching TV, when the door suddenly burst open.

He looked up and saw a man enter.

The man was Alex's biological father, Frank Wallace.

"What do you want?" A flicker of disgust, mixed with a hint of fear, crossed Alex's eyes.

Frank sneered. "What, if I hadn't thrown you in that orphanage back then, would you have ever met such rich people?"

"I'm broke. Transfer me money. I need a hundred grand!"

Alex shot up in bed, staring at Frank. "Why should I? Have you supported me for a single day since I was born?!"

Frank made himself comfortable on the sofa in the room.

"Cut the crap, Alex. I know all about your dirty little secrets, every single one of them."

"You transfer the money quietly, and we won't have to make a scene. Otherwise, you know what I'm capable of!"

Alex clenched his fist tightly, then slowly released it after a moment.

"Fine. Give me some time. I need to be discharged to earn money."

Frank scoffed. "You don't have the fate to be rich, but you got a rich man's disease. Early-stage cancer, that's it? What a waste of money!"

"I'm giving you two days. If I don't see the money by then, I'm going straight to the Davis family!"

Frank stood up, kicked the hospital room door open, and left.

Alex violently smashed the glass cup on the nightstand, sending shards flying. He gasped for breath, his eyes filled with burning hatred.

Why...

Why did everyone else get to have such happy lives? Why was he only destined to be thrown into an orphanage by a scumbag father like that?

Why did he have to live such a despised existence?

He had finally managed to usurp Liam's place in the Davis family, to push Liam out.

He absolutely refused to go back to those days of having no security!

Alex got out of bed.

After tricking Liam into giving him the chemotherapy chance, his body was recovering faster each day.

He'd be discharged soon.

But right now, he just wanted to quickly sell all the assets, shop businesses, and the company he'd snatched from Liam.

Then, he'd transfer all the money in batches overseas and use the excuse of moving abroad.

That way, his scumbag father would never find him.

Even the gullible Davis family wouldn't find him.

Yes, he had to handle this as quickly as possible!

He told the nurse at the station that he was going out for a walk to clear his head. Downstairs, he hailed a taxi and went to the bank.

Alex arrived at the bank, handed his card to the teller, his heart trembling with excitement.

Soon, Liam's money would be his, and he would finally be free.

But then, the teller looked up, giving him a strange glance.

"Sir, the name and identity associated with this card do not match your identity."

"Sir, did you pick up the wrong card?"

Alex froze.

"How could that be? My family already transferred ownership of this card to me when we did the paperwork!"

"Could you have made a mistake?"

The teller shook her head. "Sir, the owner of this card is still Mr. Liam. Furthermore, this card has an asset protection freeze applied to it by our bank!"

Alex was stunned. Asset protection freeze?

How was that possible? How could this be? He had watched Liam sign the transfer agreement!

He had checked that transfer agreement again and again before signing to confirm. Had Liam pulled some trick afterward?

Right, and the shops and the company!

Alex left the bank and called a friend he knew.

He sat anxiously on a bench outside the bank. A few minutes later, his friend called him back.

"Alex, the shops and company you're talking about, their ownership belongs to someone named Liam."

"Two days ago, this Liam had his lawyer, representing him fully, apply for an ownership protection order!"

Boom!

A deafening explosion echoed in Alex's mind.