A Regressed Villain: Heroines, Villainesses and Me?

"S-Sir, what if they really called the director?" A group of hospital staff, including Dr. Fredi at the front, accompanied by nurses and other staff members, moved through the hospital hallway, passing through the corridor.

"It's impossible; my father isn't even in City A," Dr. Fredi calmly dismissed the possibility that those who claimed to have contacted the director were genuine. When the nurse had asked them for payment, it was clear they were just trying to avoid paying the money.

Naturally, this wasn't the first time he had encountered such scammers acting high and mighty. Even if they possessed a small amount of wealth, they didn't hesitate to lie and exaggerate themselves like wannabe rich people.

"I see..." The nurse lowered her gaze and averted her eyes from Dr. Fredi, who wore a white coat, had his hands resting in his pockets, with a stethoscope hanging around his neck, and his glasses giving him a cold look as he moved through the corridor. The others hastily followed behind him.

'I will see through you, bastards!' Dr. Fredi was filled with anger, especially after Dr. Wen had mocked him, which made him feel inferior. His father had always praised Dr. Wen's achievements, and it felt as if Dr. Wen were challenging his authority in this hospital, where he was the future director.

He clenched his jaw, the visible anger evident in the veins forming on his face and neck, clearly directed at the two who claimed to have called the director.

His anger was further fueled by the humiliation he felt in front of the other staff members who had followed him until now. He decided to leave Dr. Wen alone to treat the beggar who had arrived at the hospital in a broken state.

Dr. Fredi was determined to first deal with these two scammers and then later blame Dr. Wen's irresponsible treatment for the death of the construction worker.

One arrow, two targets.

"Where are they?" Arriving at the hallway where several relatives of patients or others were filling out forms, all their gazes were attracted toward the doctor, who was accompanied by several other staff members. Mostly, Dr. Fredi looked around, trying to find those particular individuals.

His gaze moved from those wearing average clothes to those adorned with fancy gold chains and finally settled on an old lady who wore a tiger-striped coat with chains; he could clearly tell this woman was a scamming old hag.

A type of old woman who just shows off by wearing all the gold available in her home or even using fake polished gold ornaments just to impress others and make people think of her as wealthy.

"Tch, fooled by that old—" Before Dr. Fredi could complete his sentence, a nurse interrupted him.

"Sir, there they are." The nurse glanced toward the back where a woman in a black nightgown was seated with folded hands and closed eyes, contemplating something. Beside her sat a handsome man, who definitely seemed like her type; if it weren't for her being aware of her own appearance, she would have approached him.

"What? Where..." Dr. Fredi, who was about to approach the old woman, suddenly halted upon hearing the nurse's words as he turned his gaze toward the farthest corner of the hall, where he noticed two individuals who particularly appeared different from the others present in the room.

'They can't be, right?' Dr. Fredi's eyes landed on the pair seated at the far end of the hall.

The man had silver hair and sharp blue eyes, wearing a tailored coat and pants that fit his broad frame perfectly. On his wrist was an expensive watch that caught the light subtly; due to his interest in watches, he could clearly understand that the sole watch cost 43 million Imperial Crowns.

Even costlier than the car, as per the nurse's information.

Beside him sat a woman in a sleek black nightdress, her golden eyes and black lipstick giving her an intense, striking look. Her black hair fell over her shoulders, and her posture was composed, with her hands resting in her lap.

His eyes could clearly see that the simple nightdress and fluffy slippers she wore belonged to a very luxurious brand, which, due to its brand value, had exasperated their prices tenfold.

Both appeared calm yet carried an air of quiet authority.

Looking at both of them, for a moment, his mind, which was enraged, felt a small jolt of shock at how these two people definitely appeared to come from an affluent and influential background.

But soon enough, clenching his fists, he decided that even if these people were influential, it was impossible for them to call his father from a different city within a few minutes.

"...." Dr. Fredi moved through the crowd that had scattered; even receptionists and others present there stood looking in the same direction, including the guards, who were glancing through the glass door of the hospital to see what was happening, given that the highest management had arrived. So, of course, Dr.

Fredi was just a doctor right now, but still, he was the son of the director of this hospital. They were all surprised to see him here as he approached, arriving near these two individuals, looking at the woman; he added, "Pardon me."

"You are pardoned?" Aecilia, before he could complete his words, just raised her hand as if gesturing for him to leave in a tone that rejected him nonchalantly, as if he were just a servant, not even giving him a look and opening her eyes.

".....Th-this," Fredi's mouth twitched visibly as his eyes closed, controlling his anger. He clenched his fists inside his coat's pockets. Seeing how this woman was acting arrogantly made him want nothing more than to put her in her place and give her a punch in front of everyone, but he controlled himself since his reputation would be hurt this way.

"I am the head management of this hospital." Controlling himself, he tried to reveal his identity to this woman, who might understand that he should be treated with respect. As given his generosity, he had decided to forgive her for this mistake only once, he proudly stated with his hands folded and resting on his chest, looking down at the woman who stood three hand lengths away from her.

"So?" Aecilia, having seen enough of people like him, could clearly recognize that this man had a very small ego and the pride of an elephant, who didn't know its place and dared to move around thinking he could crush everyone, not understanding that a single bullet, which is far smaller than it, could kill it.

"Huh?" Dr. Fredi, hearing her words, was suddenly taken aback. There was no change in the woman's uncaring demeanor; even after hearing that he held a high position in the hospital, she showed no flinching and even told him to go away with this gesture of hers, making his mind snap.

So, what if this woman had some money on her?

Let's even suppose that she belonged to some political family.

So what?

How dare a woman act almighty inside his hospital, not knowing her place.

His instincts, influenced by the anger he had towards Dr. Wen, were accumulating with each other, giving a very bad reaction, as he burst, "You bitch!!" Find more to read at m_v l|e'm-p y r