Chapter 13 Which Mr. Jones?
"Since Mr. Jones isn't here, I won't disturb you any further. Enjoy your meal."
Eugene was like the wind, leaving as quickly as he had arrived and leaving everyone else looking as dumbfounded as chickens.
Holding the card in his hand, Tyler coughed a few times and asked, "Does anyone here know Mr. Jones?"
Everyone shook their heads. A person with such clout, capable of having the boss of Alinea Restaurant personally deliver food and fine wine, was definitely beyond their social circle.
"Could it be William?"
Someone snickered at the suggestion, triggering a burst of laughter among the crowd.
"Don't joke around. How could it be that loser? If it were him, I'd swallow this wine bottle."
"Our cousin-in-law, what else could he achieve besides taking someone's surname?"
The younger relatives mocked without restraint.
Mary found their words especially grating and scolded, "Stop! What are you saying? He's still your brother-in-law!"
The young relatives raised their eyebrows arrogantly but said no more.
Tyler also said a few words to quell the argument.
Tyler’s friends, however, were green with envy.
Matthew Anderson said, "Tyler, I think I might know this, Mr. Jones. The boss behind the venue for this exhibition does have the surname "Jones." Could it be that he knew about your birthday and arranged for these gifts to be sent over?"
Matthew Anderson was guessing, but the boss who provided the venue did indeed have the surname "Jones."
He had never met the boss, but the receptionist's secretary had mentioned that the boss's surname was ‘Jones’ and had instructed him not to publicize it.
"Really? Then I must thank this Mr. Jones properly. He's too kind," Tyler said excitedly, grabbing Matthew Anderson's hand. "Matthew Anderson, you must arrange a meeting with Mr. Jones for me. He seems to be a fellow collector."
"Absolutely." Matthew Anderson readily agreed, and he was pleased to be held in such high regard by Tyler.
"To share the same surname ’Jones’, yet some are merely delivery men."
Nancy's untimely remark was like a thorn piercing Mary's heart.
Mary clenched her jaw and took a sip of her drink, then stood up and said, "Dad, I'm going to see Sarah at the hospital. I'll be leaving now."
Tyler knew that Mary would only suffer if she stayed, so he waved her off.
In the past two years, his daughter had become distant, all because of that worthless William.
"Cousin, in such a rush to go back? Don't scold our cousin-in-law, okay?" Nancy mocked again. "His gift was quite something, even though it was fake."
Mary had just reached the door when she clenched her fists and left without looking back.
After she left, the discussion about Mr. Jones resumed, and inevitably, there were a few more digs at William.
The focus shifted back to William, who had just left Alinea Restaurant not long ago when he received a text message.
[Mr. Jones, this is Eugene. Everything has been prepared perfectly, and your father-in-law is very happy.]
Eugene?
Oh, right, the boss of Alinea Restaurant.
It seemed Mr. Baker knew how to handle things.
William: [I won't ask where you got my number from, but it's best if you haven't revealed my identity.]
After receiving William's reply, Eugene responded with trepidation, [Rest assured, Mr. Jones, absolutely not.]
William nodded and didn't reply further, heading towards the hospital.
Back at the hospital, William sat beside his daughter's bed, watching her sleep soundly, looking so adorable.
Her little nose was like her mother's, her little mouth was like his, and her eyes were like his.
Sarah was so beautiful!
She would definitely be a stunner when she grew up!
Before long, Mary returned with an icy expression, sitting beside Sarah's bed and looking at her daughter.
William had just come back with water and, seeing Mary smiled and said, "You're here. I can take care of her. You go back and rest."
Mary didn't reply; she just looked at her daughter, her eyes red, as if she were holding back her emotions.
"What's wrong?" William noticed that something was off with Mary.
"William, do you want Sarah to keep living like this? Don't you want her to get better treatment? Didn't the doctor say last time that with one million, Sarah could undergo surgery?" Mary's eyes welled with tears. "Sarah is three years old now; it's the best time for treatment."
William looked at Sarah, who was asleep, and said, "I know, and I'll find a way."
"Find a way? What can you do?" Mary laughed bitterly. "William, I'm begging you, can you lower your head to my parents?"
"Mary, trust me. I have a solution." William said.
‘Mary, you have no idea, but I've already started.’ He mused.
Sarah wass the daughter of the heiress of the world's largest financial empire. She was a princess and a precious gem.
"A way? Besides embarrassing me, what else can you do?" Mary accused William angrily. "Today is my dad's birthday, and your gift was embarrassing enough, but why did you have to give a painting? And a fake one at that! Do you know what they're saying about me? I've had enough, William. Can't you think more about me and Sarah ?"
William knew Mary had suffered a lot in the past two years and had indeed had a tough time. She endured cold stares and mockery.
However, he was constrained by unavoidable circumstances.
However, things were different now; he had inherited the family fortune, and everything had changed.
"Mary, trust me. I'll definitely provide Sarah with the best treatment, and I'll certainly make up for the hurt I've caused you these past two years," William said, holding Mary's shoulders, only to be shrugged off.
Mary was disappointed; he was always like this, yet he never followed through.
"Stop, I don't want to hear it anymore. Tomorrow, I'll take Sarah out of the hospital, and I'll find a way." Mary said, wiping away her tears.
"Mary, actually I am." William couldn't help it and started to speak but was silenced by a look from Mary.
"What are you? You're just a loser!" Mary spoke coldly.
Pushing William out of the ward, Mary stayed alone with Sarah.
Outside the ward, William sat in the dull, quiet corridor, thinking about the last look Mary gave him, full of disappointment.
‘Mary, I'm actually a top-tier wealthy. I have a trillion-dollar inheritance.’ He thought.
William left the hospital and called George, "George, how are the arrangements for my daughter's treatment coming along?"
On the other end of the line, George replied respectfully, "William, everything is arranged. In a few days, the internationally renowned cardiologist Professor Matthew will come to Lindenwood City. I'll arrange for her to come to the hospital to perform the surgery under the guise of a practical lecture."
"Alright, make the arrangements. Keep it natural, and don't draw attention," William instructed.
"Rest assured, William, your identity will not be exposed. It will all seem coincidental. After the surgery, I've also arranged a fundraising event specifically for children with congenital heart disease, so no one will suspect anything."
George added. "By the way, Professor Matthew Parker heard you're in Lindwood City and would like to meet with you privately."
"We'll see about that," William replied and hung up.
He was feeling somewhat restless now.
George immediately called another number, "Matthew, I've passed the message to William. The rest is up to you."
On the other end, in the office of the director of Loren Schneider Hospital in Sunshine Bay City, Matthew stood up excitedly after George's call. "Thank you so much, George. I owe you a big one."
Just after hanging up, a young doctor sitting on the office sofa eagerly asked, "Matthew, who was that? You look so pleased."
Matthew laughed heartily and said, "Director Ward, come with me to Lindwood City in three days. We have a special patient who needs surgery, and we must bring the hospital's top doctors. Go get ready."
Director Ward agreed and went to prepare.
Meanwhile, after hanging up, William received another call, this time from a woman with a sweet voice that was like a breath of spring.
"Hello, Mr. Jones; this is Patricia, the person in charge of Eagle Trade Showroom. The showroom has now been transferred to your name, and Mr. Tyler's personal exhibition on Saturday has also been arranged. Would you like to come and have a look?"
William hadn't intended to go, but after a moment's thought, he replied, "Alright, I'll make time to come over."
After all, it was his father-in-law's personal collection exhibition; he couldn't be negligent.
"Okay, Mr. Jones, I'll make the arrangements," Patricia responded sweetly. "By the way, Mr. Jones, Mr. Matthew Anderson, the person in charge of the counterpart, would like to meet with you. Should I schedule an appointment?"
Matthew Anderson?
Right, he had almost forgotten; at the banquet, Matthew Anderson had said he had arranged everything.
He probably didn't realize that the showroom he had racked his brains to rent was actually bought by me, William, and specially rented to him.
To meet or not to meet?
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