Chapter 130: Inheritance
"It's not a party? Take me to see something?"
Listening to James' words, Harud said with a puzzled look that he had just arrived in Igwinter not long ago and received an invitation from James, a big shot in Igwinter. He thought it should be a gathering of Igwinter's upper class, but he didn't expect the other party to directly ask him what he wanted to show him? This made Harud a little confused for a while.
"Um... Mr. James, I wonder what you want to show me..." Harud said puzzledly while looking at the hospital behind him, wondering what there is to see in this hospital.
"Oh, please follow me."
Facing Harold's question, James smiled slightly, then turned and walked towards the hospital gate behind him. Seeing this, although Harold was confused, he followed him in without hesitation.
Following James's footsteps, Harold walked along the corridor of the Shandian Hospital building. The pungent smell of disinfectant made him pinch his nose. He glanced with disgust at the weak patients lying on the bench beside the corridor, and his eyes flashed with contempt for the civilians queuing up to see the doctor. He felt very uncomfortable with the noisy environment in this public hospital. It seemed that if it was not James who invited him, he would leave here immediately.
Following James, Harold turned left and right and walked all the way to a secluded corridor in the hospital. Then, after passing through a large iron gate with security, he came to a special area with iron fences on the outside windows. Weird sounds echoed in the space here, as if many people were howling in the distance.
After entering this slightly weird place, Harold felt a little nervous, but he still gritted his teeth and continued to follow James forward. After a while, they came to a corridor. On one side of the corridor, the wards all had sturdy iron doors, and the abnormal patients inside could be seen through the windows with iron bars.
These patients were all children around ten years old. They lived in their respective wards. Some were crying, some were struggling, some were biting the sheets, and some were tied to the beds… The sounds of hammering on the door and howling were intertwined, vividly presenting a scene from a mental hospital.
"Mr. James, this is a mental hospital, right? These are all crazy people, right? Why did you bring me to such a dangerous place?"
With a somewhat panicked look, Harold spoke to James beside him, while James spoke silently.
"Sir Harud, these are not crazy people. They are all children adopted by Viscount Field as a charity in the past few years. Unfortunately, Viscount Field's motorcade was attacked by wild wolves in the mountains and died unexpectedly. These children witnessed the brutality of the wild beasts eating people and Viscount Field's death in the motorcade at that time. They were frightened and became like this."
James explained slowly to Harold. After listening to his explanation, Harold paused slightly, then looked at the children in the ward in front of him, and then tried hard to squeeze out a trace of emotion from his face, and then said with a regretful tone.
"Oh... these are the children adopted by Lord Viscount Field. They are so pitiful. Born as orphans, they were finally adopted by my kind cousin and could live a rich life. But unfortunately, fate plays tricks on them. Now they are in such a pitiful state. Will they live like this for the rest of their lives? Holy Father... why do you have to recall my kind expression so early? Can't you let them do more good things in the world?"
Harold spoke with emotion, his expression was moving and sincere, and at the end he even took out a handkerchief to wipe his eyes. Seeing his expression, James also spoke.
"Don't worry, Lord Harud. The conditions of these children are not hopeless. As long as they are given enough time and funds, there is still hope for them to recover."
"What? They can get better?!" Harold was stunned after hearing James' words, and then he spoke unexpectedly, and James nodded slowly in affirmation.
“Yes, as long as the treatment continues, the symptoms of these children can still be reversed at this stage, but this requires a considerable amount of funds. Since they do not have normal mental conditions at present, they cannot inherit Viscount Field’s estate.
“So, I hope that if Lord Harold can successfully inherit the estate in the future, you can continue Viscount Gary Field’s responsibility and provide medical expenses for these children to continue their treatment.
"Although the Viscount has passed away, I think his philanthropic spirit is worth passing on, Sir Harud, don't you think so? Sir Harud..."
James spoke to Harold who was standing beside him. Harold's face darkened when he heard what James said. He paused for a long while before he spoke slowly.
"Ah...you are talking about this...well, to be honest, Mr. James, you also know that Viscount Field passed away suddenly, without any offspring, will, or close relatives, so several distant relatives including my Lord Viscount have come to Egwynte to inherit the property. The competition is actually quite fierce, and I don't know if I can win in the end, so I can't promise anything here. What if I don't inherit it and I promise something else, wouldn't it be a joke.
"I think... Mr. James, maybe you can find other guys who are asking for inheritance and talk to them. I think the hopes of the others will be greater."
Harold said to James with a smile, and James answered silently.
"I have already contacted several other people. They either rejected it outright or gave answers similar to what you just said. Sir Harud, you are now the only hope for these children."
"Ah... I've already looked everywhere..." After hearing what James said, Field was stunned for a moment, then he looked around a little anxiously, then looked at James and said with a smile.
"Haha...Mr. James, I think it's a little too early to talk about this kind of thing now. Let's talk about it after I'm really sure I can inherit the estate."
James' face darkened as he listened to Harold's words, and then he answered.
"Mr. Harud, compared to Viscount Field's wealth, this amount of treatment fee is just a small amount. Would you really not consider using this little money to gain a good reputation?"
"If I have to consider it, I will consider it after I am able to inherit it. In short, now is not the right time. Oh, by the way... I suddenly remembered that there is something else I need to do, so I will take my leave here first, Mr. James."
With an obvious tone of evasion, Harold spoke to James, then bowed slightly and prepared to leave. Seeing this, James tried to keep him.
"Wait a moment, Haru..."
"No need to keep him, Mr. James."
At this moment, a clear and ethereal childish voice came from the other side of the corridor. Hearing this voice, James and Harold were slightly stunned. After turning their heads, they saw a petite figure standing in the other part of the corridor.
Standing in front of James and Harold at this moment was a teenage girl wearing a white hospital gown, with a thin body, long loose blond hair, and large, bright blue eyes.
"You are... one of those children..." James muttered as he saw the girl in front of him. Harud, who was about to leave, looked displeased when he saw the scene in front of him, and then spoke sternly.
"Where did you come from, little brat, to interrupt us?"
Listening to Harud's words, the girl bowed slightly, then straightened her back and began to introduce herself.
"My name is Anna Field. I am the seventh adopted child of my respected father, His Excellency Gary Field, who was publicly adopted in front of the vast number of Igwynte gentlemen and celebrities in accordance with the rules and regulations. I am also his only and legal heir and the next Viscount Field."
As she spoke, Anna looked at James, who looked a little surprised, and continued speaking.
"Mr. James, you don't need to pin your hopes on these outsiders. These poor, tortured people are my brothers and sisters. I will not abandon them."
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