“You are a murderer, you killed my father.” The men yelled on high pitch, grabbing Samrat’s collar.

Samrat stood there with crouch head, didn’t refute and even stopped the guards who tried to meddle.

Simmi couldn’t see this; she jerked the man’s hand from Samrat’s collar and set him free.

“Mr. Sharma, please calm down. It’s a hospital.” Simmi said politely.

Even though she was fuming inwardly at his behavior with Samrat, she talked to him as calmly as she can coz they just lost their family member.

“Hospital my foot, this is the business to make money. You operate on people to make money.”

“We can understand your feelings,...