Arielle Moore and Vinson Nightshire
Chapter 670

Chapter 670

Carter was not actually that petty.

If it was someone else, he would definitely let the patient use the pacemaker for free. After all, not everyone could afford it. As long as the conditions were met, it was more important to save one's life. However, it was a different matter for Henrick.

His money rightfully belonged to Arielle. Now that the opportunity had arisen, Carter planned to extort as much out of Henrick as possible and hand the money to Arielle.

Not knowing how much the robotic pacemaker cost, Henrick agreed quickly, "Of course! I know that it's donated to the hospital, not to me. I'll pay for it now."

Just when Henrick was about to leave, Queenie could not help but chime in, "Sir, do you have enough money? If not, our hospital can provide you with an IOU."

Thinking that Queenie was looking down on him, Henrick puffed out his chest and asked indignantly, "How is it possible that I can't afford it?"

Queenie nodded awkwardly. "It's great that you can afford it. As the machine cost one hundred million, not everyone can pay for it. That's why I reminded you. I don't mean to say..." "What?" Before she could finish her sentence, Henrick interrupted in shock, "How much does it cost?"

"One hundred million."

"One hundred million? Is it made of gold? Even gold isn't that expensive! Are you guys scamming me?" Henrick was about to lose his mind.

He thought that a piece of medical equipment would only cost a million or so. Never had he expected it to cost a hundred million.

Is there something wrong with my ears, or is Queenie out of her mind?

Queenie did not expect Henrick to react like that upon hearing the price. In fact, she almost believed that he was a huge billionaire.

The expression on her face turned solemn as she clicked on Sann Group's website on her phone. She scrolled to the robotic pacemaker and showed it to Henrick.

"This is the official price. Furthermore, the robotic pacemaker is sold via auctions. This current batch has already been sold out. According to what I know, the price for the previous batch had been raised from one hundred million to four hundred million. Despite so, everything was sold out within a second."

Still in disbelief, Henrick took the phone and glanced at the price. Only then did he realize that Queenie was not lying to him.

The starting price was already one hundred million, so he was actually paying a discounted price.

"Um..."

Henrick was momentarily at a loss for words.

Although he could fork out one hundred million, he would only bear to do so if it was to save his life. When it came to saving Malorie, he was starting to have some doubts.

Is one hundred million worth it? Who knows how long she has left to live after it's installed?

Even if she's healthy, she's already a foot in the grave, considering how old she is. Her days are numbered, anyway.

Henrick paced around in frustration.

Queenie urged him, "Sir, you must decide quickly. Mrs. Southall can't hang in there for long. It's going to be twelve soon, so we must use the robotic pacemaker as soon as possible." Henrick suddenly froze in his tracks, having made a decision.

I cannot spend the one hundred million!

"I'm sorry." Gritting his teeth, Henrick said awkwardly, "I can't afford one hundred million. Please proceed with the alternative treatment. I really have no choice." Queenie reminded again, "We can provide you with an IOU."

Steeling himself, Henrick insisted, "I'm sorry, but I can't afford to take an IOU. My company's been suffering from losses recently, so I can't afford to pay that one hundred million." Queenie glanced at him disdainfully before saying, "We respect your decision. I'll go in and take a look. Mrs. Southall's operation will probably not succeed, unless..."

Unless Henrick can replace that miracle doctor who managed to cure the poisoned patient at Soir Coffee.