---- Chapter 12 "Of course, I'm sure," the nurse replied without hesitation. Noticing his increasingly grim expression. She couldn't help but ask, ''What's wrong, Mr. Ashton? Do you know that little girl?" These past few days, Mike's efforts to mobilize the city's medical resources to save someone had already made him a hot topic. His "tycoon" persona had spread widely. The nurses in the hospital often discussed this "great feat" of his, enviously admiring it. Unfortunately, everyone knew he had married young, and his wife was the gentle and graceful Jennifer, while his son was the fortunate Oliver, a child with an easy life. The family appeared perfect and blissfully happy, making others envious. At that moment, Mike felt as though all his strength had been drained from him. His legs buckled, and he collapsed to the ground, slowly sitting down. For a long time, he seemed to force the words out ---- through gritted teeth. "Melanie... she is my daughter. Upon hearing this, the nurse initially showed a look of disbelief, her expression clearly saying, "Are you joking?" "Mr. Ashton, you must be kidding us." She waved her hand and continued, "Who doesn't know that your child is Oliver? The reporters on TV have already reported it. You love your wife so much, even your son takes her surname." "People even joke that they hope in their next life they can be your second child and enjoy a life of luxury too..." Mike's head rang with a loud "buzz,", as though struck by a heavy hammer. He abruptly looked up, his eyes flashing with anger and urgency. "Who said that?" he asked. His voice echoed down the empty hallway, filled with immense resentment and regret. The nurse raised her hand and pointed to Jennifer, ---- who was fast asleep in the ward. She spoke slowly and nonchalantly. "Of course, it was Ms. Bundred. She tells everyone about how loving you two are as a couple and says you're an incredible father, doting on Oliver so much." "Yes, and that little girl, Melanie, was in critical condition, almost losing her life. But her father never showed up. It doesn't seem possible that she could be your daughter, does it?" The nurses continued, one after another, with their words cutting deep like knives, directly piercing Mike. His face immediately darkened, his temples throbbing with veins. Almost without thinking, Mike's body flashed, and like a gust of wind, he rushed into the ward. The door slammed shut with a loud "bang", causing the decorations inside the room to shake slightly. Jennifer was abruptly awakened, her eyes still groggy and filled with confusion as she looked at him. She asked in a low voice, "Mike, what's going on? Is ---- something wrong?" Mike stood beside the bed, glaring down at her with a pale face, gritting his teeth as he questioned her, "Did you tell the reporters and medical staff that you're my wife and that Oliver is my child?" He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath, trying to suppress his anger, but his voice still trembled slightly. "And also, when Oliver had an allergic reaction, I didn't have time to investigate, but how come all the reporters suddenly rushed to the hospital to report this, as if they had all coordinated it?" Jennifer's eyes quickly flashed with guilt. She instinctively bit her lip, then smiled awkwardly, trying to cover her inner panic with a grin. "This... this must have been an accident," she said, slightly turning her head away, her eyes evasive, lying effortlessly as if she was used to it.