The Hidden Billionaire Doctor

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she is?" he asked, his voice filled with worry. The lawyer sighed and shook his head. "There's nothing yet. The police haven't found her." "Is she dead? Tell me! Is she dead?" Matthew shouted, grabbing the lawyer's suit in desperation. "No, they haven't found her body, so there's still hope. Just focus on recovering for now. I'll connect you with a therapist who can help. This isn't easy, what you're going through," the lawyer said, looking at Matthew with pity. The sterile smell of the hospital mixed with the turmoil in Matthew's mind. The lawyer, sensing his inner battle, suggested, "Matthew, it might help to talk to a therapist. They can guide you through this." Matthew's eyes flashed with anger. "I don't need someone messing with my head. I want out of this hospital so I can figure out my life on my own," he insisted, his voice determined. The lawyer, trying to be the voice of reason, sighed. "Leaving now isn't the best idea. You're vulnerable, and going out there without a plan could just make things worse." But Matthew was resolute. "I can't stay here. I need to take control of my life," he said, his frustration clear. Seeing how determined Matthew was, the lawyer nodded. "Alright, I'll help you. But we need to be smart about this. I'll arrange for some cash and give you a phone so we can stay in touch. Leaving the hospital abruptly is risky, but I'll do what I can to support you." Matthew felt a wave of gratitude. "Thank you," he whispered, feeling a small bit of the weight lift off his shoulders. The lawyer got him discharged from the hospital and drove him to Oxford Medical University, where he had been a student before his world fell apart. "Why did you bring me here?" Matthew asked, looking at the familiar buildings with a mixture of dread and nostalgia. "You'll stay in the dorms since you don't have anywhere else to go. This will be your home now. Here's a hundred dollars-get something to eat. And take my old phone; it's not much, but it might help," the lawyer said, handing Matthew the money and the phone. "Fifty dollars? That's it?" Matthew asked, feeling even more hopeless. "Not all of us are rich. Be grateful I'm even helping you at all. You're a broke orphan who can't pay me back," the lawy