Mr. Rich and His CEO Wife

"Your mother's health is deteriorating. She has to undergo surgery tonight!

The procedure will cost three hundred thousand dollars. The fees must be paid before five o'clock. Otherwise, the patient wouldn't make it through tonight."

The doctor's remarks struck Farris Leopard like a bolt from the blue. His body trembled, and he almost fell to the floor.

He went back inside the ward with a heavy heart.

Looking at his foster mother lying on the hospital bed, Farris' eyes turned bloodshot. Her hair was grey and her face was wrinkled, showing her age. Color had faded from her face, and her breath had become labored. Seeing her calloused hands made Farris feel bad for allowing this to happen to her.

It was this woman who brought Farris up. She fed him, clothed him, and even paid for his college fees. He owed his life to his foster mother.

He straightened up the sloppy blanket for his foster mother and sat there for a long time before leaving the ward.

The moment he walked out of the ward, Farris took out his phone and called his mother-in-law, Charis Walker.

"Mom, my foster mother is in a critical condition. Can you lend me three hundred thousand dollars to..."

Before Farris could finish his words, Charis cut him off. "You're such a loser! Shouldn't you be the one giving me money since you are my son-in-law? I already ignored the fact that you've never brought home even a single penny, now this? You have the nerves to borrow money from me, huh? Well, I'm not as coldhearted as you think I am. I'll lend you the money you need if you agree to have a divorce with Sheila. Otherwise, there's no way I'm going to help you!"

"Mom, you know I can't divorce Sheila." Perhaps it was because of mixed emotions that Farris sounded as if he was on the verge of breaking down.

"Then just watch your foster mother die. Don't ask me for money again!"

After saying that, Charis ended the call. It didn't matter to her whether Farris' foster mother would die or not. All she wanted was for him to divorce Sheila.

Hopeless, Farris could only sigh. He and his wife, Sheila, were classmates in college. They had been together for four years until they decided to get married as soon as they graduated. That was how much they loved each other.

Marrying a woman from the Jackson Family, which held assets hundreds of millions of dollars and had several companies, was not easy for a man from a mediocre family like Farris.

Getting married to Sheila meant living with the Jackson Family. For years, he had been the object of scorn and ridicule from everyone around him. He was not allowed to get a job and was required to stay at home to do household chores. He even had to ask his mother-in-law for money if he needed to buy groceries.

But as long as Sheila was happy, Farris didn't care about what others thought of him. Money and power didn't matter to him at all.

All that mattered to Farris was that Sheila wouldn't leave him. No matter how useless he looked like in the eyes of the Jacksons, as long as he could do his duty as her husband, he wouldn't mind.

However, his foster mother's serious illness brought him back to reality.

Without money and power, there was nothing he could do to save the person he loved most.

In the middle of his self-loathing, a beautiful figure suddenly appeared at the door of the ward.

Out of breath, Sheila made her way to Farris, clutching a bag of money in one hand. She was still wearing her office attire, so he figured that she came here straight from the company.

"Honey, what are you doing here?" Looking at the money in the bag, Farris' brows furrowed in confusion.

"I've heard that your foster mother is in desperate need of medical care. I... I don't have much money. I only have fifty thousand dollars in my bank account. It's the money I've been saving up for myself over the last few years. You can use it for now."

"No, this is your personal savings. I can't!"

Farris shook his head in refusal. He knew how practical Sheila was all her life. She went out by the subway and avoided eating at expensive restaurants to save up.

Although technically speaking, Sheila came from a very wealthy family and didn't have to lead a remarkably frugal existence.

However, the Jackson Family was composed of many people. The current head of the family, Faustina Jackson, had three sons and each of them took charge of family subsidiaries.

Among them was her eldest son Quincy Jackson, who was Sheila's father and Farris' father-in-law.

They were in charge of Sheila Cosmetics, but it had the worst business among all the Jackson Family's subsidiaries. Therefore, Faustina wasn't fond of Quincy's family at all.

Having said that, Shiela didn't have the same privileges as the other members of her family. So Farris didn't have the heart to use her hard-earned money.

"Money can be earned again, but you can't bring the dead back to life. Take this money and ask the doctor to start the surgery. I'll find a way to raise the rest of the money for you and your foster mother."

Tossing the bag into Farris' arms, Sheila said, "Mom is asking me to return home. I have to go now. Go ahead and pay for the medical fees first."

Overcome with grief, Farris held the bag of money tighter and watched Sheila's figure disappear from his sight.

Since he married Sheila, he had never given his wife anything that could make her happy. Now he even had to spend the money she had been saving up for herself. Farris felt he was so useless, but he swore to himself that he would make it up to her in the future.

As he thought of this, he felt his cheeks getting wet. He didn't even notice that he was crying.

While he was immersed in his thoughts, the heartbeat monitor beside the patient's bed gave a rapid alarm. Several doctors and nurses rushed inside and wheeled the patient into the emergency room.

It all happened so suddenly. Farris was consumed by fear as if he was going to lose the most important person in his life. He hurriedly followed them but was stopped outside the emergency room.

A quarter of an hour later, the doctor walked out of the emergency room and told Farris with a sigh, "The patient's condition is getting worse. She's fine for now. But if you can't pay the fees for the surgery before five o'clock, I'm afraid you'll have to prepare for her funeral."

It felt as though Farris had been stabbed in the abdomen after hearing these words. The pain and sadness that surged in his heart made him paralyzed for a moment.

"I can't believe it... The most important person for me almost died, but I can't do anything to help her.

I'm such a loser!"

In an attempt to release the mixed emotions in his heart, Farris punched the wall until blood seeped from his knuckle.

"No, I still have one last option. I can't give up yet. I'll definitely save my foster mother!"

In the end, Farris took out his phone once again and scrolled through his contacts with trembling fingers until he finally found the number that he blocked in the past.

There was a person that he hated to the core, but now he had to brace himself to meet him because he had no other choice left.

It was ironic that the person who killed his biological mother was his only hope now to save his foster mother.

"Hello, Mr. Leopard." A familiar voice came through the phone. It had been a while since he last talked to this man.

Despite his trembling voice, Farris mustered up his courage and said, "It's me. I won't forgive my father, but I'm willing to be the heir of the Leopard Family!"

"That's great, sir. Your father will be very happy to hear this. Where are you now?"

"Municipal People's Hospital."

"Please give me a few minutes. I'll be right there."

The person on the other end of the line was Salter Leopard, the butler of the Leopard Family. He was tingling with excitement by the time he hung up the phone. He had been waiting for a year to get a reply from Farris, and now the long wait was over. Therefore, he didn't waste any time and rushed to the hospital.

Half an hour later, a Rolls-Royce pulled over in front of the hospital.

A man in a black suit got out of the car. His hair was turning gray, but he didn't look too old. Salter, the butler of the Leopard Family had a strong and exceptional character.

Everyone he walked past couldn't take their eyes off him. Soon, he found Farris inside the hospital.

"Nice to see you again, sir!" Salter bowed respectfully.

Since Farris was not accustomed to the rules of etiquette, he felt uncomfortable. So he pulled Salter aside and told him, "We should keep a low-profile."

"Noted, sir. Have you really decided to be the heir of Leopard Family?"

"Yes." Although Farris said so, there was a hint of helplessness in his tone as if being the heir of the Leopard family was a bad thing.

"Your father will be very happy to hear this. He has transferred a small amount of money to your account as a small gift for you."

"A gift?"

Confused, Farris took out his phone and checked his account balance. To say that he was shocked when he saw one hundred million and three hundred dollars in his bank account was an understatement.

It was not a secret that the Leopard Family was the richest and the most famous family in the city, but Farris didn't expect that his father would casually give him one hundred million dollars as a gift!

"Also, this is a limited edition black card. There are only five hundred of these in the whole world. You can withdraw fifty billion dollars from the bank at most with this. Your father has given the Sky Corp. in Asopool to you as well. From now on, you are the new CEO of the company."

After saying this, Salter handed him a black card with a dragon pattern and a share transfer agreement.

What Salter said made Farris gasp in astonishment. As far as he knew, the Sky Corp. was worth hundreds of billions of dollars. It was the largest leading company in Asopool, engaged in all kinds of industries. He didn't expect that it was owned by the Leopard Family.

Once everything was settled, Salter left Farris alone.

As soon as Farris recovered from shock, he went to the cashier to pay for the medical fees. He was relieved that he was finally able to give his foster mother proper medical care without needing to ask anyone for help.

Now that he had more than enough money, the hospital immediately arranged the best doctors and medical equipment for his foster mother's surgery. Afterwards, she was transferred to the executive ward. There were even two nurses assigned to take care of her.

Seeing that the problem had been solved, Farris breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the bag of money that Sheila gave him and smiled at the thought that he didn't need to use it anymore.

From now on, Farris swore that he would give Sheila everything that she deserved. He would not let her suffer anymore.

When Farris was about to go home to return Sheila's money, he received a call from his mother-in-law. He stopped and quickly answered the call.

"Hello, mom. What's up?"

"Farris, Sheila has agreed to file a divorce. Come home and sign the agreement right away!"