Oops, Mommy Slept With A Tyrant

Chapter 265 An Obnoxious Marketer

Haven Medical Center, Another Branch

Inside the bustling hospital, a woman in black clothes and black face cap quietly slid in, headed straight for the reception.

"I’m looking for Jerry Sutton. He was admitted about a week ago for food poisoning." Laura lowered her eyes and spoke to the nurse at the reception.

The nurse behind the desk lowered her eyes to check through the system, however, a person with that name never popped up.

"I don’t see him anywhere. Perhaps, is there a different spelling to his name and I’m just getting it wrong?"

"Jeremiah Sutton. He may have been wheeled in as Jeremiah Sutton." Laura supplied almost immediately.

However, just like the first time, the nurse stil came up with nothing.

"There’s no one like that. Are you certain he’s in this branch? We have quite a lot of branches all over the..." The nurse fluidly trailed off, her interest piqued when some security men ran past them, heading deeper into the hospital.

Followed shortly after their arrival, was a sickly man in hospital clothes weakly trying to outrun them.

His usually bright eyes had sunken in and his fair and plump skin had darkened. Even his cheekbone were threatening to protrude out of his cheeks.

"Let me go, you bastards! Do you know who I am? How much I own? Touch me again and I will beat you up..." His last word slurred as a doctor creeped up on him with a syringe in hand.

She held him at a chokehold, keeping his head in place to properly sink in the needle into his neck.

After a while, his hands, which had been frantically trying to pry hers away, fell limply to his side as he grew unconscious.

Recognizing him, Laura was just about to step toward him when she heard the disdainful comments from the staffs nearby.

"He still hasn’t paid, but he keeps causing trouble for us."

"He must be really wealthy, though. My friend who works at Budding Rose Hotel confirmed he was one out of the two men who got food poisoning."

"Tsk! He may have been a random who was picked on the street. Don’t you see how the other man he came with is being treated like a king? That’s the real wealthy man between them."

"You’re right. If he doesn’t pay up soon, we’re going to have to put him to work or management will have our head."

Listening to them talk down on her father, Laura’s hand beside her slowly curled into a tight fist.

How embarrassing.

She was already so embarrassed from what happened with Kelsie, if she went to him here, the whole world would really know their Sutton family had come to ruin.

Ignoring Jerry as he was taken away by other staffs, she straightened up and began strutting away.

However, this movement caught the eyes of the nurse she’d been speaking to and she genuinely asked out of concern, "Excuse me, miss, do you have a visual representation of this person you’re looking for?"

"If he’s a patient here, we can look around at the men who’ve gotten food poisoning in the past few week."

Laura didn’t turn. Instead, she increased her pace until she hurried out of the hospital.

The workers at home had left three days ago when they didn’t get their salaries.

So she went into the kitchen to make herself something only to realize she didn’t know how to make anything.

So she came out, picked up one of her jewelries and planned to pawn it to get food at a restaurant only to meet people from the bank at the door.

They stormed into the house with boxes, taking anything and everything worth money.

Then they locked the house and didn’t let her take anything as they pushed her out.

If she hadn’t taken the necklace, she never would’ve eaten today nor had the money to go anywhere.

Exhaling shakily, she swallowed hard, biting down on her lower lips as tears pricked her eyes.

This was all Kelsie’s fault!

Her parents wouldn’t have gotten arrested in the first place if she had just introduced them to the Adler family herself!

Her phone buzzed in her pocket at this moment and she tiredly reached for it.

"An inmate from Silicone Valley Correctional Center is trying to reach you? Press 1 to accept and 2 to reject." The automated voice rang out as she answered the call.

"Mom, you have to tell me you stashed some money somewhere. There’s no way you really brought home all those expensive things you spent hours buying at the mall, right?" She asked tentatively, her palm rubbing her brows worriedly.

Then she waited.

Ten seconds passed and nothing came from the other end.

Confused, she took the phone off her ear to glance at the screen of her phone.

When she saw it was still connected, she frowned and called out, "Mom?"

Choked sobbing filled her ear immediately, Deborah’s shaky voice reaching her ear shortly after, "Baby, you need to get mom out of here. This place is horrible. I don’t care what you have to do, just get me out of here."

"Mom, it’s just a women prison. Just think of them as those wealthy women you always run around trying to please and you’ll be fine."

"Now, tell me where you stashed money and a few valuables? I haven’t had a decent meals in days and I have nowhere to sleep tonight."

A harsh scolding followed after this.

"What’s the use? You’re just going to squander it in a few days then come running back to me, you ungrateful girl!"

"Maybe spendong the next years of your life in the street will make you better. Damn it! I should’ve listened to your father when he said to terminate your pregnancy!"

Unfortunately for Deborah, she had raised her daughter to be as thick-skinned and self-centered like her.

So despite having these insults hurled at her, Laura wasn’t the least bit concerned and sighed in exasperation.

"You’re worked up I get it, but how bad can prison be? You have a roof over your head, work out and eat three meals a day. Didn’t you have to eat crappy food and sleep in thr street before you met dad?"

"I, on the other hand, I’m not prison material. I was born into money and I can’t survive without you. As my mother, you owe it to me to..."

Beep. Beep. Beep.

"H-hello? Mom, are you still there? Just tell me where you stashed the money, damn it!"

Trying to call back all to no avail, she was on the verge of breaking her phone when she heard a kid point to her.

"Hey, look at that crazy woman."

She glared at him irritatedly, "Crazy woman? Why don’t you come here so I’ll show you what a crazy woman is like!"

The boys flinched and scurried away into the hospital.

Left behind to her own thoughts once again, Laura didn’t know what to do.

No money, no useful parents.

But on a deeper thought, she walked to the main road and flagged down a taxi.

Why remain homeless when she had a wealthy sister and a wealthy fiancé?

She was little hesitant stepping into the apartment building as the last time she was here, it had been with her parents.

Back then, they caused a lot of trouble for Kelsie that Jett had to intervene and ban them from coming here ever again.

But today, no one was stopping her.

The only problem now was, she didn’t know Kelsie’s room number.

"Hi, i have some things in my car for Kelsie Sutton, but I need help taking it to her."

"Oh, yeah. Floor 49 is a long way up. I’ll have some security help you..." The receptionist had barely taken her eyes off Laura for a few seconds but when she looked again, the woman was nowhere to be found.

Meanwhile, Laura was already in the elevator; impatiently tapping her foot against the floor as she waited to be taken up.

Floor 49? She had a whole floor all to herself and her only sister was going to sleep on the streets tonight. How selfish.

She was the last person to get off the elevator as she went to the last floor.

Ringing the doorbell, she waited a few seconds before the door was abruptly pulled open.

Zade stood inside, peeking up at her, his brows knitted into a frown as he instantly recognized her.

"Aww, you’re so cute. You know who I am, don’t you? I’m your mommy’s sister. Aunt Laur..."

A gust of wind suddenly blew on her face as the boy pushed the door, slamming it close.

Inside, Kelsie poked out her head.

"Who was that, baby?"

He shrugged, "An obnoxious marketer. Don’t bother checking the door when next they ring it. I’ve heard they’re very persistent."

Since he had said so, she simply zeroed her mind and returned to taking the multi-vitamins on her table, paying no heed to the ’marketer’ who rang their doorbell for almost thirty minutes.