His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 206: Goodbye To Your Job

Chapter 206- Goodbye To Your Job

TYLER’S POV

I didn’t have any money on me.

No cash, no phone to use for transfer, nothing.

The only thing I had left was my ATM card.

I knew I needed a taxi, but how was I going to pay without cash? So I told myself the only option I had was to find the nearest ATM and withdraw everything I had left in my account.

My legs moved fast, not because I was in a hurry to find an ATM, but because I needed to get away before anyone in that house woke up.

Especially Logan... or worse—his dad.

I made sure to sneak out quietly. The sitting room was empty. No sign of the maid either. Maybe they were all sleeping. That was my only luck.

Because if Logan’s dad had seen me, he would have insisted on coming with me. And if he came along, Logan would come too. And if Logan came, he would see the letter I left behind. Then he’d start asking questions I wasn’t ready to answer.

And that was the last thing I needed.

So I kept walking.

The streets were quiet, the early morning air cold against my skin.

After what felt like forever, I finally spotted it.

An ATM machine.

"Oh thank God," I whispered to myself, breathless. I didn’t know if I was relieved.

I rushed over, pulled out my card, and jammed it into the slot. My fingers were shaky, but I managed to press the buttons right. The moment the machine made that familiar whirring sound, I exhaled.

I withdrew every last dollar I had left.

It wasn’t much.

But it was all I had.

If I had money—real money—I wouldn’t have ended up under that rain like a stray dog the other day.

After getting the cash, I started walking again, hoping to find a taxi. I didn’t even walk for long when one pulled up in front of me like a miracle from above. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

I quickly waved him down and showed him the address.

The man glanced at it and nodded. "I know the place."

At least I wouldn’t have to worry about getting lost or wasting time trying to explain. He already knew where I was going.

I got into the taxi, slammed the door shut, and leaned my head back against the seat as he started the engine and drove off.

The ride felt long.

Maybe it wasn’t that long, but to me, it felt like forever. Every second dragged. My mind was racing. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. My heart beat so fast it felt like it was trying to jump out of my chest.

I didn’t know what I was going to meet when I got there.

I pushed the thoughts out of my head and looked out the window, watching buildings and trees pass by like blurry shadows.

"What a beauty," I whispered to myself.

Even in my mess, I couldn’t help but admire the way the world looked when it wasn’t trying to crush me. Maybe peace did exist. Just... not for people like me.

The drive felt like forever. The more I waited, the more I started counting seconds in my head.

After what seems like eternity, the car stopped.

"We’re here," the driver said.

I snapped out of my thoughts and looked ahead.

And there it was.

The hospital.

My lips parted slightly in shock. "Wow..." I muttered under my breath.

No—double wow.

It was the kind of hospital that didn’t even smell like pain. It looked like a hotel from a movie, with tall glass windows, perfect landscaping, and a calm silence around it. The kind of place that made you wish you were sick—just so you could stay there.

I took a deep breath, paid the driver, stepped out of the car, and walked towards the building.

The moment I stepped inside, everything changed.

People turned.

Heads slowly tilted in my direction.

Nurses. Patients. Even the security guard near the door.

Everyone looked at me.

Like I wasn’t supposed to be there.

Like I walked in covered in mud or blood or like I had shat my pants or something.

What the hell were they staring at?

I swallowed hard and tried to breathe normally, even though my chest was starting to feel tight.

Ignore it, Tyler. Just ignore it.

Maybe I had a stain on my shirt. Or maybe I looked too tired and broken to fit into this expensive place. But I was here for my mom. That was the only thing that mattered.

I closed my eyes for a second and whispered inside my head: Don’t panic. Just get through this.

When I opened my eyes, I kept my head high and walked towards the receptionist.

I forced a small smile. "Hello," I greeted.

She looked up at me with a polite smile—but the moment her eyes landed on my face, the smile vanished.

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Her expression changed like I had insulted her family.

I tried to ignore the way she was looking at me. I tried to focus.

"My name is Tyler," I said, voice a little shaky. "Please... I’m here to see my mother."

She blinked slowly,

"And who told you your mother is here?"

My mouth opened, but no words came out.

What kind of question was that?

Who told me?

I stood there, staring at her, feeling my anger crawl slowly from the bottom of my chest.

I clenched my fists.

I breathed in. Then out.

Barely holding it in.

"Why are you being mean to me?" I asked her softly, trying not to lose my temper.

"Because we do not answer to poor people," the receptionist said, her voice sharp like a knife. "If you really want to see your mom, then you’ve got the wrong address. Just one look at you screams broke. Maybe you should go to that hospital for the poor. The one at the beginning of the street."

Her eyes were full of hate. Not just dislike. Hate.

I blinked.

What?

Did I just hear that?

What the actual fuck?

In this century? Broke-shaming? Out loud? In public?

How dumb could someone be?

My whole chest tightened. My hands itched to slam the table between us, but I held myself back. My jaw clenched so hard it hurt.

Tyler, calm down.

You don’t have to stoop to her level. I know she’s pissing you off. I know your blood is boiling. But you’re not here to fight. You’re here for your mom.

I closed my eyes for a second and took a deep breath. Then another.

Don’t give her the reaction she’s looking for.

When I opened my eyes again, I gave her a calm look—even though I wanted to scream.

"Okay then," I said flatly. No shouting. No swearing. Just calm. Cold.

"I won’t even waste my time arguing with you," I continued, my voice sharper now. "I’ll just ask again: Where is my mother? I was told by my father to meet her in this hospital. He said a surgery was carried out on her here. So unless you’re saying the man who called me is a liar, I suggest you stop playing games and tell me where she is."

Her expression changed.

Fast.

She went from hateful to confused. Then nervous. Her hands started fidgeting with the papers on her desk.

"Um... the only person brought here for surgery was Mr. Declan’s wife..." she said slowly. "So I think... maybe you’re confusing something. Unless—unless Mr. Declan’s wife is your... mother... then that means Mr. Declan is your—"

She didn’t even finish the sentence.

Because someone suddenly walked up to me.

"You must be Tyler?" the man asked.

I looked up. He was well-dressed in a sharp suit. Probably a doctor. Or someone important. I didn’t know him.

"Yes, I’m Tyler," I replied with a nod.

"Great. Your father is waiting for you in the private ward. Your mom is with him."

I let out a small breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

Finally.

"Thank you," I said, giving him a genuine smile. He smiled back and walked off.

But before I could follow him, the receptionist suddenly changed her entire energy.

Her face turned pale. She looked like she’d seen a ghost.

"I—I’m so sorry, Master Tyler," she stuttered. "I didn’t know that was your father. I swear, I didn’t know. I—I don’t even know what came over me. This isn’t how I treat people normally. I promise this is the first time. Please... please forgive me."

I looked at her for a long moment.

Would she have apologized if she still thought I was poor?

Hell no.

Her apology wasn’t for the way she treated me. It was because of who I turned out to be.

I leaned in slightly and stared her dead in the eyes.

"We both know you’re not really sorry," I said coldly.

She flinched.

"I’m going to see my father now," I continued. "And I’ve already memorized your badge number."

Her face turned white.

"You should start packing your things," I said, my voice low. "Because this is goodbye to your beautiful little job."