Joanna's no show of emotion disconcerted Mrs. Goldberg as well as the medical team now clearly lined up for their patron. They then questioned the true ability of the half-mad woman in front of them to implement the shattering declarations she had just made.
Mrs. Goldberg, against all expectations, decided to take part in the little game of the insane young lady. She turned to the latter and smiled to her before suggesting helping her with the money transfer process.
"Oh, that's wonderful! Doctor, do what the young woman wants. After all, the hospital is a business like any other one. It must make money and get gains. Besides, isn't it awesome when humans help each other? a? Joanna loves her mother and simply wants the best healthcare for her. I am going to help her with the procedures of a bank transfer !" she said, leaving Joanna and all the medical staff speechless.
However, as she walked towards the woman she had called degenerate a few moments earlier to ask for her cell phone, a man entered the hospital room loudly and interrupted her.
"But Mrs. Goldberg, don't reduce yourself to this point because of that crazy girl. I've been spying on everything that's happening from the door for a few minutes now. You're not going to tell me that you really believe what is she saying? If she could pay, she would have done so a long time ago. Although she is proven brainless, she has an inordinate love for her mother. Without a doubt, she would give. even his own life for his old woman," he expressed.
The patron stopped and with a fake smile, she responded to her interlocutor who was now facing her.
"Oh, good morning Doctor John," she addressed courteously and gracefully to an imposing man who was in all likelihood well into his fifties.
He was uncombed and had a huge tuff. He was wearing a green coat, as well as a hat that made him look a bit like a woman. Displaying a serious expression, he shifted his attention to Joanna.
"Miss Joanna, you cannot just send your mother to the high class room because you have money. It is not a place where you can stay just because you can afford it. If a patient needs to be admitted there, he certainly needs to have money, but this is still not enough. He or she also needs to have power," he revealed.
"So you assign a class to your patients. Did they teach you at medical school about caring for the injured and saving the dying?", Joanna reacts angrily.
The man who was by the way the director of the hospital then laughed out loud in her face before giving her a thunderous reply.
"No and no Miss Joanna, we do not discriminate against anyone, but it is contemporary society which creates classes. To this end, certain lives find themselves having more value than others," he explained.
"I don't want to hear any of your rubbish, Doctor Nod. All lives whether white or black, rich or poor matter. All men are equal in rights and duties," Joanna contradicted vigorously as she hugged her mother, moved following the shocking remarks of the head of the city's central hospital.
Then turning to Mrs. Goldberg who seemed to delight in their suffering, she threw it in her face while pointing at her: "You, evil witch, are indeed the instigator of such injustice, am I right? the medical staff is at your smelling feet. You are plotting for my mother die. Well, by Olymph I swear that you will persih before her.
Immediately, Joanna took the scissors that was on her mother's sickbed that nurses used to cut rubans. She ran towards Mrs. Goldberg and grabbed her by the neck before threatening to open her throat and make her bleed like slaughtered lamb.
But her mother stopped her.
"Joanna, my princess, don't stir trouble. Listen to me, I am your mother! What the man says is very right. An ordinary woman like me is not as valuable as the wife of a wealthy and powerful businessman like Mrs. Goldberg. I know that my illness is not going to cure till I pass away, you don't have to waste money on me, I just want to know that you are safe and protected. his daughter in a weakened voice.
"Mom! What are you talking about? You aren't irreversibly sick. You will get well after your kidney transplant operation," Joanna exclaimed, confused before releasing her grip and letting her bladed weapon slip from her hand.
Mrs. Goldberg, relieved, held her neck and took several steps back to protect herself from her attacker by putting herself behind Doctor Nod.
"Well, you are all witnesses to the new aggression of this psychopath against me. Joanna, you listened carefully to your mother. I am part of the upper class, that is to say the group of people who are not only rich , but also influential. In this world, my little one, if you want to do big things, you can't just rely on money. You and your mother are nothing more than a stepping stone. You still want to spend money for your old lady to occupy a VIP room? How stupid you are!" she declared, laughing.
Doctor Nod and his collaborators then aligned with the patron in her mockery and in doing so, they amplified the pain of the two poor women.
Joanna, looking at them, had a deep thought for her gone too soon stepfather, a former mine worker to whom she owed almost everything, because since her birth, it was the latter who provided for her and her mom.
It had been less almost two years since he passed away after an unfortunate head injury after a car crash while he was going to visit his grandmother living in the village.
For the young woman, Joanna, one thing was certain. If her stepdad were still alive, his wife her mother would be in better condition and would have had a greater chance of fast recovery.
Joanna was furious and heartbroken. She shed hot tears until suddenly her phone started ringing, stopping the mocking laughter of Mrs. Goldberg and her entourage.
All the attention of the people in the hospital room was then focused on her. She glanced at the laptop screen and saw the name Ben Madoff pop up. She was stunned. She took the phone in her hands and, trembling as she was, she was unable to speak.
The phone rang again and again to the extent of annoying Mrs. Goldberg, who was growing impatient and deranged by curiosity. Then finally, after several failed attempts, Joanna picked up the call.
"Hello!", she said at the beginning of their dialog.
"One million dollars, or we tie the knot ? What is your answer finally ?" Ben Madoff asked her directly without courtesy at all.
She stared at Mrs. Goldberg and the medical team hanging on her lips, then answered the magnate on the other end of the line.
"Yes. I know what direction to take," she asserted.
Lightning then pierced the ceiling of the hospital room and debris of plywood fell on Mrs. Goldberg and her medical staff, and she didn't like it. She wend mad.
Annoyed, the patron took out her nerves on Joanna.
"Ah, really? Now, is it through magic that you are trying to intimidate us? No matter what choice you seem to have made on the phone, the fact remains that your past as a whore's daughter will remain forever stuck to you. "You come from a lame, a mistress, keep that in mind," she spat at him without remorse.
There, it was one hammer blow too many on Joanna fragile shell. She couldn't take any more of Mrs. Goldberg's attacks under belt and without thinking another second, she announced to Ben Madoff who was still on the line :
"Euh...I think i would like to be your spouse !
- You think?"