They Poisoned My Father, So I Bankrupted Their Billion-Dollar Empire

Chapter 11: The Leverage

Jack stood at the hospital cafeteria checkout, a cold sandwich in his hand. He swiped his debit card.

Beep. Declined.

"Try it again," Jack muttered, wiping sweat from his forehead.

Beep. Declined. Contact Issuer.

He pulled up his banking app. A bright red banner flashed across the screen: ACCOUNT FROZEN DUE TO SUSPICIOUS ACTIVITY.

"It’s a tactic," Jack realized, his stomach churning. OmniCore hadn't just refused to pay; they were cutting off his supply lines. They had flagged his accounts for fraud review, a process that could take weeks to resolve without a lawyer.

He abandoned the sandwich and ran to the oncology ward. The mood at the nurse's station was different. Cold. Professional.

The hospital administrator, a woman with a sympathetic but firm expression, intercepted him before he could reach his mother’s room.

"Mr. Miller," she said, holding a clipboard. "We attempted to process the pre-authorization for your mother's immunotherapy."

"I have the money," Jack lied. "It's just a bank glitch."

"The deposit was rejected," the administrator said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "And because your mother’s coverage has lapsed, the hospital board has flagged this as a high-risk admission."

"She’s scheduled for surgery tomorrow!" Jack shouted.

"Not anymore," she said, closing the file. "I’m sorry, Jack. We’re cancelling the operation until the funds clear."