Chapter 4: Are You Sure You're in The Right Place?
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Gilbert looked into the hospital room, feeling worried.
Doris comforted him, "Gilbert, don't worry. Ella will be fine."
After a moment, several experts finally walked out of the ward and spoke to Gilbert respectfully, "Mr. Wilson, we have devised a follow-up treatment plan. We will have the most professional caregivers to look after your mother. She'll be fine."
Hearing this, Gilbert finally eased up. It was the best news he had received in a long time. He grabbed Doris's hand excitedly. "That's great."
Doris blushed, making her look extremely beautiful. She stammered, "Yeah… Ella will be fine. Gilbert, you can also go back to school."
Her hands were soft, like cotton candy. Gilbert couldn't help but squeeze them.
Doris was so shy that her ears went red, even her heart was beating fast.
She said in a low voice, "Gilbert..."
Gilbert realized what he had done and quickly withdrew his hand. He embarrassedly touched his nose, "I'm sorry, I was just so excited that I lost control of myself."
Doris shook her head, "Never mind. I should probably go."
"Thank you."
Doris smiled brightly, "I did nothing. Gilbert, go home and have a rest."
After saying goodbye to Doris, Gilbert returned home. He felt very relaxed now that everything had finally settled down.
The first thing he did when he got home was to throw away everything related to Fiona. He felt very annoyed and disgusted when he saw them.
There was also a large bunch of special flowers on the table, all made from one-dollar bills. There were 1000 of them. He had spent countless days and nights folding them until his eyes were red.
As he thought back to that time, he realized how foolish he had been.
Just because Fiona said real flowers were pretty but didn't last long, Gilbert came up with the idea and made a bunch of "money flowers" that would never wither.
Originally, he planned to give them to Fiona on her birthday, but now it seemed unnecessary.
Gilbert picked up the bouquet, thinking of the smug faces of Fiona and the rich man. "These flowers may not decay, but people's minds change so fast."
He sighed and unfolded all the one-dollar bills. He planned to put them in the bank. Although they were all small change, together they amounted to one thousand dollars.
Gilbert couldn't find a backpack, so he picked up a large black plastic bag and put the bills in it before heading to the nearby bank.
The bank he went to was pretty well established.
At first, Gilbert didn't pay attention to it, but upon entering, he realized everyone around him was well-dressed. In contrast, he was in casual sportswear and carrying a black plastic bag, which made him stand out.
Gilbert didn't care about the curious glances around him. After all, he was there to deposit money. Once he was done, he'd leave. He didn't care about them or anything else.
After taking a number with his ID card, Gilbert heard his name being called over the loudspeaker and approached window number one.
Before he could reach, a staff member stopped him. She was a woman in her thirties, with her hair tied up, revealing high cheekbones, giving her a somewhat sharp look.
Amy Jones eyed Gilbert up and down, and said in disdain, "Sir, are you sure you're in the right place? This isn't somewhere someone like you should be."
Gilbert understood her and found it amusing. "The bank door is wide open. Why shouldn't I be here?"
Amy thought Gilbert would leave immediately, but unexpectedly, he countered her with a witty response. She couldn't help but roll her eyes and bluntly said, "Look at what you're wearing. You look so poor. I'm afraid you'll dirty the bank's floor!"
Gilbert's expression turned cold. "Do you know how to be polite? I'm totally going to file a complaint about you."
Amy was an old employee of the bank, and she had a relative who worked here as a senior executive. She was a formidable figure in the bank and wasn't afraid of Gilbert's threats.
"How dare you threaten me? If you have the guts, go ahead and complain. Who would believe what you say?"
Their back and forth soon attracted the attention of others. A young girl with a round face hurried over, looking very cute. When she saw Gilbert, she smiled warmly.
"Excuse me, sir, how can I help you?"
Upon seeing this new intern contradict her, Amy got furious.
"You're just an intern, just do your job. What are you doing here?"
"Also, we only accept high-value customers with a net worth of more than one dollar. Look at this guy. How can he have one dollar? You i***t!"
The intern's face turned red, but she persisted in her opinion.
"But Amy, the customer is God. Isn't it inappropriate to just drive him away like this? We should treat all customers equally."
Amy smirked sarcastically, "Are you teaching me how to do my job? Only rich people are gods, and the poor should go to hell! If you don't understand, don't intern here anymore."
The intern's eyes turned red, and her voice choked up.
"Amy, please, It was so hard for me to get this opportunity. Please."
Amy sneered, "How dare you confront me? You're just like those poor guys."
Hearing Amy's contemptuous words, Gilbert could no longer hold back. His gaze suddenly became extremely sharp, making it difficult for people to meet his eyes.
"Alright, I want to deposit a thousand dollars."
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