Dad's Dead, but the Hospital Wants Payment

I filed a police report and submitted my evidence. The social media platforms ignored my request to take down the false accusations being spread online, but it would be a lot easier once the police stepped in.

Besides, this was a case of malicious online harassment, and these people had gone so far that Mom nearly had a heart attack from the emotional distress.

I was now determined to make all of them pay for what they'd done.

My next course of action was to hire a lawyer, Simon Langley.

He'd already seen the video, but I showed him my call records and Dad's death certificate. After a long silence, he said, "They have certainly made a very serious false accusation against you, but it's fine. You have iron-clad evidence to prove your innocence. That woman is definitely going to lose this case."

"I don't just want the woman to pay for what she's done—the hospital needs to pay for this as well! It was their internal system that messed up, yet they expect an innocent person to suffer because of it? I won't accept any compromise!"

Once Simon formulated the full legal strategy for my situation, I left the law firm. As I walked out, my phone buzzed nonstop with calls from numbers I didn't recognize. When I answered one of them, I was met with a litany of the filthiest words known to man.

After I set my phone to reject calls and messages from all unknown numbers, it finally stopped buzzing.

However, the video had gone viral.

Upon arriving at the company I worked for, I saw the messages circulating in the company group chat. Even before I had a chance to tell my side of the story, the company had fired me and even made a public announcement about it.

The online community cheered in celebration.

"Serves that deadbeat right. Now he's lost his job!"

"Honestly, they didn't even need to fire him. They could've just used his salary to pay the hospital. Now that he has no income, there's even less chance of him forking out the money."

"You got that right! What are the police even doing? I thought the hospital reported him. Why aren't the police getting involved?"

Paying no further attention to the online chatter, I rushed into the office. When my boss, Barnaby Olson, saw me, he waved me off, saying, "Why did you come to the office? We don't hire deadbeats!"

"I will be getting to the bottom of this situation and proving what is truly going on. However, the company fired me without just cause, which means it owes me severance compensation," I calmly declared.

He was taken aback. "Compensation? An immoral deadbeat like—"

I cut him off, saying, "My morals aren't relevant right now. If I don't receive the full severance package I'm owed, I'll take the company to court. Since you hate deadbeats so much, I'm sure you won't act like one yourself."

His face turned dark with anger, but I simply flashed him a smile and walked off. He watched as I cleared out my desk before finally spitting out, "Look at you, acting like such a big shot. You're never going to find a job as good as this one!"

I simply scoffed to myself. While it was up for debate as to whether this job was a good one, I now knew for a fact that working with him would be a terrible decision.

But right now, I wasn't in the mood to argue with Barnaby.

As I left the office with my belongings, I got a call from Mom. She screamed into the phone, "Evan! You need to come to the funeral parlor right away! A ton of reporters have gathered outside, and your father's body is still lying in the hall! What the hell have you been doing?"

Hearing this, I immediately said grimly, "I'm coming over right away. Wait for me."

When I arrived in my car, I saw a huge crowd had gathered, along with the police. My relatives looked at me in contempt.

"What on earth have you been doing, Evan? This isn't the way our family behaves!"

"That's right. If you owe someone money, you should pay up right away! How could you not only refuse to pay up but even let it turn into such a huge scandal? Your father won't be able to rest in peace!"

The reporters swiftly surrounded me as well.

"Evan Stone, when are you going to pay the debt you owe the hospital?"

"You said your father has died, but even if someone is dead, the hospital bills still have to be paid. Money that's owed must be cleared off in full. That's the rule of our society."

"On behalf of the hospital and the greater community, we've come to ask you when you intend to pay the money you owe."

"I see you're using the latest phone model. If you have the money to upgrade your phone, why can't you pay off your debts?"