bookpower Chapter 6
Chapter 6
Ethan approached the waiting room, and the security quickly moved to hold his hands.
"Sir, you have to leave this place now; any more resistance, and we will use force."
The first lady raised her hands, stopping the security.
"Let him go; I want to see what he is capable of."
She sounded in a mocking tone, and the security men couldn't help but laugh too.
Ethan entered the waiting room with the first lady's eyes on him and the security men too.
Everybody in the waiting room was drowning in deep thoughts; some of them had no idea that somebody had even entered the place.
Ethan cleared his throat and made his voice loud.
"You can't afford the hospital bills; come to me now; I would donate to every one of you."
The first lady couldn't help but burst out laughing.
She couldn't believe the words she just heard—this guy must be a comedian or insane.
She looked around, hoping she would see somebody recording so she could confirm that this was a prank, but she saw nobody.
She then suspected that Ethan had mental problems—serious ones.
Ethan's words caught the attention of the people inside, but they only stared at him for a few seconds before they looked away, minding their business.
Ethan entered the waiting room fully.
"I am serious. please raised your hand if you need money, and I would help you immediately."
The first lady burst out laughing again.
"This guy is crazy."
She faced her colleague, who was busy reading her book.
"Stop reading, Annabelle; can't you see the mess this guy is creating?"
"Well, you are the one who allowed him inside."
Annabelle dropped what she was doing and faced the scene. She wondered what Ethan was doing; it wasn't funny because these people weren't in the right state for laughter.
Somebody finally stood up from the back seat, and he approached Ethan in a fast manner.
"Would you truly donate for those who need it? Can you give me $50, 000? My son needs it for his surgery."
He burst out in tears and collapsed to his knees.
"The doctor won't even look at him without the money; they don't want to treat him at all."
He cried on the floor.
"Please, help me, help me."
Ethan quickly kneeled beside the man.
"You only need $50,000; would that cover everything?"
Ethan tapped the send button, but a notification sounded in his head.
[This donation can't be processed.]
The app displayed an error.
[Can't process donation]
Ethan's heart missed a beat; he didn't understand what was going on or why it didn't work.
He immediately thought the donation didn't work because he wanted to send the man a million dollars, whereas the man only needed a hundred thousand dollars.
"Call the account number again."
Ethan's words came as a shock to everyone; they were starting to doubt him.
The man called his number again.
Ethan tried to send the money, but it didn't work. It was the same message.
He was dumbstruck on his spot; what was he missing now?
Julian burst out laughing again.
"I actually thought he had the money. This guy is crazy!"
Annabelle was disappointed, so she picked up her book and continued her studying.
Julian raised her voice.
"Don't believe that Mad man; he can't even afford his $2500 medicine bills, let alone help others! He is a madman."
Everybody was stupefied by Julian's words; their faces immediately darkened.
"Hey, is this how your parents trained you, you bastard?"
"Does this sound like a joke to you, you son of a bitch?"
"Bastard! Scoundrel! You are crazy! You idiot!"
One of the men almost stood up with the intention of hitting Ethan.
The man Ethan wanted to help was motionless on his spot; he didn't know how to react.
He finally said something after a few minutes.
"Sir, where you really joking?"
His body was shaking.
Ethan was in a deep thought; his eyebrows slowly raised when he finally got something.
It could be because he was sending the money to the man's personal bank account; donations normally don't work that way, or else it would be used for personal issues instead of the reason for the donation.
This means he wouldn't be able to make donations to a person's personal account, then it would work with business accounts, and other things that wouldn't directly go to the person's personal account.
Ethan prayed this was the case here; he faced the man.
"Do you have an account with the hospital? I would put the money there or send the money directly to the hospital account."