The Poor Billionaire

Chapter 88 Repentant Men

"Did they just say Mr. Warren?" All the doctors and nurses were stunned. Hush tones filled the air

immediately.

They all realized that the 'Mr. Warren' Donn and Tobias had talked about happened to be the poverty-

stricken man who was almost thrown out.

'What? Oh my goodness! This can't be!'

The hospital staff stared at the scene in utter disbelief.

Susie put her fingers into her ears to clean them. She then asked her colleague, "Gladys, please tell

me I heard wrong. Did they really address him as Mr. Warren?"

"Susie, you heard it too? What the hell is happening in this hospital today? Why is everyone so weird?

Professor Bates and Dr. Warren are distinguished guests from the Warren Infirmary. It's a great honor

to host them here. I thought it would foster our relationship with them. Never did I imagine that their

superior was here all along! When did our hospital become a magnet that attracts powerful people?"

Gladys asked a series of questions in a trembling voice.

In her years of working as a nurse, she had never seen top medical practitioners like Tobias and Donn,

let alone someone higher than them. She reasoned that Horace must be a powerful and affluent figure

since he commanded so much respect.

'Oh my God! I'm so scared. Fortunately for me, I didn't offend this guy just now. If I had, he would have

made my life a living hell. Even the thought of what he would have done scares the shit out of me!'

Gladys and Susie were lost in thought.

Meanwhile, Cowan felt weak in the knees. His heart began to race. Never in his wildest dreams had he

imagined that this poorly-dressed man was a big shot. He knew he was doomed.

'My big mouth has landed me into trouble today! But since he's so powerful that he could mobilize

these top guns in the medical field, why did he bring his mother to receive treatment here? That's not NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

even the major issue. Can someone explain to me why he's dressed like a pauper? With all the wealth

that he has, the clothes on him are worth less than one hundred dollars. They are even old! Something

doesn't add up!' Doubt filled Cowan's mind. He still couldn't come to terms with the truth.

He stared at Horace's clothes and gnashed his teeth in regret. He knew he was in hot soup. Horace's

aura and poor dress sense made him look as poor as a church mouse. No one would have guessed he

was actually wealthy.

Javier, like his arrogant colleague, was also trembling with fear. He had taken delight in mocking

Horace just now. But the latest development made his eyes shine with despair.

'Ah! What have I done? Why was I so stupid and blinded by rage that I ordered that such an important

man be thrown out like garbage? How I wish I could turn back the hands of time! Would he forgive me?

My God! I'm finished!' Javier was so sad that he wanted to burst into tears, but his tear ducts failed him.

Oblivious to the fear and regrets of the two rude doctors, Horace looked at the men who had just

greeted him. "Professor Bates, Dr. Warren, please accept my apologies for troubling you. You must be

so tired right now."

After he finished speaking, he helped them up.

Tobias shook his head and remarked, "Mr. Warren, you don't have to apologize to us. It's no trouble at

all. This is our job!"

"Yes, it's a great honor to work for you, Mr. Warren. We are at your service any day, any time," Donn

echoed excitedly.

The fact that Donn spoke to Horace so respectfully came as a surprise to the onlookers. They stared at

him with their mouths agape. In their minds, they questioned, 'Is this not the same man who just

behaved rudely to Dr. Holland a few minutes ago? How come he's so respectful now? Dude, tell us the

truth. Did you stop the time and change into someone else while we were all frozen?'

A loud cracking sound broke the silence. Cowan's knees had finally given in to the intense pressure.

The previously arrogant man was now kneeling at Horace's feet. "I'm sorry, Mr. Warren. I failed to

recognize you just now. It was stupid of me to have offended you. Please forgive me!" he begged,

sobbing like a child.

"Screw you! You deserve to die ten thousand deaths for insulting Mr. Warren!" Donn flipped out when

he saw the miserable man on the ground. As the director of the Warren Infirmary's research institute, it

meant that he worked for Randall, and by extension, Horace.

He was present when Cowan scolded and hurled insults at Horace. In a fit of pique, he kicked his chest

hard. "How dare you insult Mr. Warren? You deserve to die!" he shouted viciously.

Tobias was also furious. His plastered smile had been replaced with an angry frown. "If you had done

something else, I would have let you go with just a slap on the wrist. But you dared to insult Mr.

Warren. No, no, no! That's unpardonable. You can never go scot-free. He's the son of the Warren

family's head. You have crossed the line!" he roared ferociously.

"Come here, Javier Bowman!" he ordered the assistant director. While he was still preparing to get off

the plane, he had heard Javier calling someone unprintable names. He didn't know that the person at

the receiving end of the insults was Horace. If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have been friendly

with Elmore at all.

A shiver ran down Javier's spine when he heard this command. Sweating and trembling seriously, he

slowly walked towards Tobias.

His blood ran cold when he saw the furious expression on the old man's face.

It was his first time seeing Tobias angry. He was known to be an easygoing old man who had a

permanent bright smile. 'How come his smile disappeared? He must be really mad. God, please help

me!' Javier said a prayer as if he was about to face the devil. The pressure in his heart was too much,

so he knelt in front of Horace just like Cowan.

"Mr. Warren, I am so sorry. Please have mercy. I am a family man. I have a wife and kids to provide..."

He was cut short by Horace. "Oh, so you are a loving father and husband? Bah! Something tells me

that you have strings of mistresses and illegitimate children outside!"

With a wave of the hand, Horace continued, "That aside. As you know, Professor Bates and Dr. Warren

flew in from Antawood. I had decided to personally welcome them once they touched down. But you

treated me like a piece of trash and even asked the security guards to throw me out. Why are you so

arrogant? To make matters worse, Cathy suggested that you allow me to state my mission, but you

vehemently refused and gave her a stern warning. Are you still as stubborn as a mule? Do you still

think no one can tell you anything because you are the assistant director?"

"I was wrong, Mr. Warren. Please forgive me! I won't do it again!"

At this moment, Cowan crawled and held Horace's leg tightly. "Mr. Warren, I wronged you, but please

forgive me. I put this on everything I love. I'd never speak like that to anyone again. You can punish

me!" After that, Cowan began to slap his right cheek severally.

The piercing sound indicated that the slaps were painful. He was really taking this to the extreme.

Taking the cue from him, Javier began to rain slaps on his face. He also pleaded, "Mr. Warren, I

shouldn't have been so condescending and rude. I deserve to be punished. Please forgive me!"