That night, Solana bombarded my phone with calls. She demanded to know what my message meant and insisted I apologize to Tyson.

I couldn't be bothered to deal with her, so I just blocked her number.

What I didn't expect, however, was for her and Tyson to be waiting for me outside the hospital the next day.

The moment they saw me, she hurled a stack of photos at my face.

"How filthy are you, Charles? It's no wonder you rushed to break up with me yesterday. Once Tyson exposed you, you realized you couldn't get money from me anymore, so you immediately went looking for your next target!"

Tyson stood with his arms crossed, smirking as he gloated.

"You don't even mind that she's almost 50 years old? You sure are willing to do anything for money!"

The sharp corner of the photos cut into my forehead, stinging instantly.

I glanced down at the photos on the ground. They were pictures of Mom picking me up and taking me home yesterday.

Only Tyson had followed me out yesterday, so he had to be the one who took them.

Scowling, I stared at him.

"Before you 'bust' someone, you should at least look into their relationships, shouldn't you? Solana, the woman in the photo is my mother!"

I expected Solana to at least feel guilty once she learned the truth, but she only sneered. She'd already been brainwashed to the point where she didn't believe a single word I said.

"Ty's already looked into it. That woman is the richest person in Ralliopolis. Playing the connections game is something fake rich kids like you always do, huh?"

Tyson wrapped his arm around Solana and sighed, saying how pitiful she was for nearly being scammed by me. Then he urged her to look through my phone.

"Lana, these gold diggers usually have several targets at once. You should check his phone. Who knows, he might have several sugar mamas saved in there."

Solana immediately grabbed my wrist, wrenched my phone from me, quickly scrolled through my contacts, then furiously shoved the screen in my face.

On it were entries saved as "Princess A" and "Princess B".

I was about to explain that they were my real sisters—Alyson and Bianca Ravine—but she glared at me with pure disgust and fury.

"So it's true after all!" she said coldly. "Ty was right! You acted so innocent in front of me, but in reality, you're just pretending to be a rich guy so you can seduce wealthy women!"

"Charles McCain! Give me back all the money I spent on you this past year!"

My anger vanished the moment I heard that last sentence, and a bitter laugh escaped me.

So it was all about the money.

If we really calculated it, the amount I spent on Solana in the past year of our relationship was far more than what she'd spent on me.

I snatched my phone back and met her gaze coldly.

"If it's money you want, you're not getting a single cent. But if you want to get down to the bottom of who actually cheated in this relationship, I'd be more than happy to settle accounts with you!"

With that, I turned and stormed off, while Solana screamed furiously behind me.

…

After getting out of surgery, the hospital director, Julian Rappert, called me to his office and showed me a social media post that had gone viral.

"Dr. Charles McCain from a prestigious hospital is a heartless fraud who only pretends to be wealthy. He plays the role of the perfect doctor in front of patients, but at night, he runs around with multiple sugar mamas! Patients should beware! Who knows what infectious diseases he might have?"

The post was already trending, and the comment section was full of criticisms, insults, and curses. Someone even photoshopped my obituary and posted it in the thread.

Julian's expression was grave as he said, "Charles, you're suspended for the time being."

My nails dug hard into my palms as I tried to defend myself.

"Dr. Rapport, those are all lies. And more importantly, I'm at a crucial stage in my career right now…"

Julian sighed. "Do you think I don't know they're lies? But the hospital's phones were ringing off the hook this morning, with demands that we provide an explanation.

"As for your promotion review… Let's talk about it again in five years."

I felt my nose sting. I'd already waited five years for that promotion. How many more five-year periods could I wait?

It wasn't hard to guess who was behind the social media post. It was Tyson's usual way of operating. He wanted to ruin me and made sure I could never recover from this.

Swallowing the bitterness, I forced myself to accept the reality and left the office, only to be met with a swarm of furious family members of patients.

One of them raised his hand and slapped me across the face, roaring, "A doctor with a personal life as messy as yours doesn't deserve to work in a hospital! Someone just told me that you've been so attentive to my mother because you're after her pension!

"I actually thought you genuinely cared for the elderly. Turns out, you're just vile!"

The same family members who had once been so grateful to me now looked at me with the most hateful and contemptuous expressions.

From among the crowd, Tyson and Solana—the people behind all this—walked toward me hand in hand. Both of them wore identical mocking smiles.

"Ty already tried to talk some sense into you," Solana said coldly. "It was all for your own good, but you refused to listen. And now you're reaping what you sowed. Serves you right!"

Tyson's eyes sparkled with satisfaction as he looked at me. Then he addressed the crowd in a self-righteous tone, "Terrible people like him always get what's coming to them. Don't worry, everyone, I'll demand justice on behalf of you all! I'll get this gold-digging man kicked out of the hospital, never to be hired again!"

Thunderous applause exploded around him.

Solana lifted her chin arrogantly and said to me, "Ty has already contacted the other three sugar mamas in your phone and told them the whole truth. They all said they would confront you in person. We've formed a victims' alliance and hired lawyers. You can wait to be served!"

I couldn't believe my ears. They had contacted my mother and sisters—people who doted on me endlessly—to sue me?

Tyson saw the surprise on my face and mistook it for fear. He continued adding fuel to the fire.

"Let me tell you—I've handled countless fake heir cases like this, and these wealthy elites truly are the best at tormenting people.

"When they come for you, they'll disfigure you and send you off to the brothels to be played with. You'll waste the rest of your days away there! They'll be here soon. Just you wait!"

I curved my lips into a knowing smile.

"Alright, I'll wait for them. But you two had better not run off!"

Not five minutes later, a middle-aged woman walked into the hospital flanked by two younger women. More than a dozen bodyguards cleared the way for them, advancing aggressively.

Tyson hurried forward with an appeasing smile and greeted the older woman in front of him.

"You must be Ms. Sherman. The fake heir is right there! We've already taught him a little lesson, but we'll leave the heavy lifting to you. After all, you're the biggest victims here."

The woman stopped in her tracks, raised her hand, and slapped Tyson hard across his face.

"So you're the one who accused my son of being a homewrecker?" she asked icily.