Chapter 17 Chapter 17
Megan’s eyes moved slowly across the faces in front of her.
Some of them still looked unsure. Some looked embarrassed. Some were already leaning back toward Dr. Kai simply because his title sounded safer to trust.
When she spoke again, her voice was calm, but there was bite in it now.
“And for you to think,” she said, looking from one face to another, “and for all of you to actually believe that I don’t know what I’m doing or I don’t know what I’m saying…”
She gave a short nod, then turned her eyes toward Dr. Kai.
“Then answer me this. Why couldn’t your so-called super doctor even give the most basic first aid?”
The room went still again.
“If he truly saw what he claimed to see, if he was so sure of himself, then why didn’t he first tell her to take water? Why didn’t he try to stabilize her?” Megan asked, her tone flat and cutting. “Why was the first thing from his mouth emergency surgery?”
Nobody answered.
Megan’s face didn’t change.
“Well,” she said, “I don’t have anything more to say. If you don’t believe what I said, no problem. That is your business.”
Her voice dropped lower, tired now, like she was done wasting strength on people who had already made up their minds.
“I’ll be taking my leave now.”
Immediately after that, she turned away from the crowd and faced Oliver.
Her expression softened just a little, but only because it was him.
“According to what I said,” she told him quietly, “please make it possible. Do it.”
Oliver didn’t waste time.
He nodded at once. “A car will be waiting for you outside,” he said, his voice respectful and steady. “It will take you to your new home. Everything you need, I’ll send the details before you get there.”
His face tightened with regret.
“And I’m very sorry for this disrespect that happened tonight,” he added. “It will never repeat itself again. I will personally make sure of that.”
Megan looked at him for a second, then gave a small nod.
She didn’t speak again.
She simply turned and began to walk away, her steps calm, her back straight, her face unreadable.
At that moment, Oliver watched her leave, then slowly turned back to the room.
The air around him changed.
His face hardened.
He looked at everyone present, from the guests, to the staff, to the people still standing around with confusion on their faces.
“Well,” he said, his voice carrying easily through the room, “like she just said, that is the truth. If you don’t believe her, then fine. Nobody is forcing you to.”
He paused, then added with quiet weight, “But because of the respect I have for her, I’m going to do something.”
Immediately, he turned to the pregnant woman.
He reached into his pocket and brought out a card.
It was red, deep red, rich in color, with his name and signature on it.
The moment some people saw it clearly, their eyes widened. That was not an ordinary card. It was the kind of card that opened doors in places money alone could not.
Oliver stretched it toward the woman.
“Take this,” he said.
The woman, still weak but steadier now, collected it with both hands.
“Go to the best hospital,” Oliver continued. “Diamond Corporation. Their medical branch, Diamond Hospital, is one of the best in the country.”
His tone left no room for argument.
“Go there. I will cover your expenses. All of them. Your checkup, your treatment, everything. I will take care of it.”
Hearing what Oliver just said, the woman’s husband blinked in shock.
Oliver looked directly at both of them.
“Go there and confirm it for yourselves,” he said. “Go there and see whether what she said is true or not. Go there and do so.”
Immediately, the woman nodded quickly and bowed her head as she collected the card from Oliver with both hands, like it was something sacred.
Of course, she knew who he was.
Who didn’t know Oliver? He was not just rich. He was one of those men whose name carried weight the moment it was mentioned. A business mogul. A man people ran to when they wanted their business to rise, when they wanted investors, influence, or a door opened where no door seemed to exist. In this city, Oliver was not the kind of man people ignored.
He was the kind of man people begged to notice them.
So for someone like him to publicly stand up and vouch for Megan like that, in front of everyone, then to the woman and her husband, that meant something serious.
It meant Megan was not just some random woman speaking out of turn.
It meant she knew what she was doing.
That truth began to settle slowly across the room, and soon, it started showing in the whispers.
“Yes… she really knew what she was doing.”
“Oliver wouldn’t put his name on the line for nothing.”
“If he is backing her like this, then this matter is deeper than we thought.”
“That means Dr. Kai may have gotten it wrong.”
“And she saw it before him…”
The murmurs kept spreading, low and sharp, moving from table to table.
This time, they were no longer full of blind trust in Kai.
This time, they leaned toward Megan.
And that shift did not go unnoticed.
At that moment, Oliver gave the couple one final nod, then straightened.
“I’ll be taking my leave now, do take care of yourself” he said calmly.
Without waiting for any more drama, he turned and began walking toward the entrance.
His steps were measured, firm, and quiet, but the air around him still carried authority. People instinctively made way for him as he passed.
But behind him, Dr. Kai’s jaw was so tight it looked like it could crack.
He could not believe what had just happened.
He could not believe that Oliver his own friend would do this to him.
In his chest, the anger was rising too fast now, too hot to control.
Why would Oliver vouch for Megan in a moment like this?
Why? Instead of keeping quiet, instead of helping him manage the situation and clear his name, Oliver had gone and turned the whole thing around with one move. Just one move.
Now what was left? Who was going to believe him after that?
His pride was already hanging by a thread, and Oliver had just cut right through it.
At that moment Dr. Kai’s face darkened.
Without saying another word to anyone else, he pushed himself forward and angrily went after Oliver.
By the time he caught up with him, they were already in the car park.
The night air was cooler there, but it did nothing to calm the heat inside him.
He stopped a short distance from Oliver, his face hard, his eyes burning with disappointment and fury.
“I’m disappointed in you,” he said.
His voice was low, but it carried weight.
“I’m extremely disappointed in you. Why would you do that?”