Ethan approached the waiting room, and the security quickly moved to hold his hands.
"Sir, you have to leave this place now; any more resistance, and we will use force."
The first lady raised her hands, stopping the security.
"Let him go; I want to see what he is capable of."
She sounded in a mocking tone, and the security men couldn't help but laugh too.
Ethan entered the waiting room with the first lady's eyes on him and the security men too.
Everybody in the waiting room was drowning in deep thoughts; some of them had no idea that somebody had even entered the place.
Ethan cleared his throat and made his voice loud.
"You can't afford the hospital bills; come to me now; I would donate to every one of you."
The first lady couldn't help but burst out laughing.
She couldn't believe the words she just heard—this guy must be a comedian or insane.
She looked around, hoping she would see somebody recording so she could confirm that this was a prank, but she saw nobody.
She then suspected that Ethan had mental problems—serious ones.
Ethan's words caught the attention of the people inside, but they only stared at him for a few seconds before they looked away, minding their business.
Ethan entered the waiting room fully.
"I am serious. please raised your hand if you need money, and I would help you immediately."
The first lady burst out laughing again.
"This guy is crazy."
She faced her colleague, who was busy reading her book.
"Stop reading, Annabelle; can't you see the mess this guy is creating?"
"Well, you are the one who allowed him inside."
Annabelle dropped what she was doing and faced the scene. She wondered what Ethan was doing; it wasn't funny because these people weren't in the right state for laughter.
Somebody finally stood up from the back seat, and he approached Ethan in a fast manner.
"Would you truly donate for those who need it? Can you give me $50, 000? My son needs it for his surgery."
He burst out in tears and collapsed to his knees.
"The doctor won't even look at him without the money; they don't want to treat him at all."
He cried on the floor.
"Please, help me, help me."
Ethan quickly kneeled beside the man.
"You only need $50,000; would that cover everything?"
The first lady burst out laughing again; she couldn't believe Ethan's words. Annabelle, on the other hand, was angry. She faced her senior, Julian.
"Stop it, Julian. This is not funny."
She faced the scene again. She wondered if Ethan was serious or if he was joking; if he was joking, then he was a madman.
She would regret believing that he wasn't really going to the director to beg for his medicine bills.
The man was surprised to hear Ethan's words. He stammered.
"Well, it's $100,000, but I have $50,000 with me; it's my entire savings."
Ethan nodded to his words.
"Send me your account details; I will send you the $100,000."
Everybody was shocked by the Ethan words, and the people who threw their eyes away from him gave him attention again.
The man burst out in tears.
"Thank you. Thank you"
Ethan was embarrassed by the man's action; he wasn't used to this kind of treatment from people, so he quickly helped the man to his feet.
"Send me your account details."
Ethan brought his phone out. On his way to the front desk, he learned how to remove the system screen, and an app suddenly downloaded on his phone.
It was the system doings that the app was called. B—Control center.
It was quick access to his standby funds and his system bank too.
He had registered his fingerprint and even his bank card.
He wondered why the system asked for his bank card too.
Whatever the case, he wouldn't be able to purchase anything because he doesn't have any money in his system bank, but he could donate to people and invest too.
Ethan entered the B-Control Center app, and there were two options waiting for him inside.
[Donate]
[Invest]
He could also see the system standby funds at the top corner of the app.
Ethan clicked the donate option.
The man called his bank number for Ethan.
Ethan typed the number and the bank; he didn't plan to send the man just $100, 000; he would send him a million so he could get a point from it.
Everybody was flabbergasted seeing Ethan was truly going on with the process; they thought he was a little boy; he looked like a teenager; how could he afford such amount?
The first lady muttered.
"Does he really have the money?"
Her heartbeat was slowly rising.
Ethan tapped the send button, but a notification sounded in his head.
[This donation can't be processed.]
The app displayed an error.
[Can't process donation]
Ethan's heart missed a beat; he didn't understand what was going on or why it didn't work.
He immediately thought the donation didn't work because he wanted to send the man a million dollars, whereas the man only needed a hundred thousand dollars.
"Call the account number again."
Ethan's words came as a shock to everyone; they were starting to doubt him.
The man called his number again.
Ethan tried to send the money, but it didn't work. It was the same message.
He was dumbstruck on his spot; what was he missing now?
Julian burst out laughing again.
"I actually thought he had the money. This guy is crazy!"
Annabelle was disappointed, so she picked up her book and continued her studying.
Julian raised her voice.
"Don't believe that Mad man; he can't even afford his $2500 medicine bills, let alone help others! He is a madman."
Everybody was stupefied by Julian's words; their faces immediately darkened.
"Hey, is this how your parents trained you, you bastard?"
"Does this sound like a joke to you, you son of a bitch?"
"Bastard! Scoundrel! You are crazy! You idiot!"
One of the men almost stood up with the intention of hitting Ethan.
The man Ethan wanted to help was motionless on his spot; he didn't know how to react.
He finally said something after a few minutes.
"Sir, where you really joking?"
His body was shaking.
Ethan was in a deep thought; his eyebrows slowly raised when he finally got something.
It could be because he was sending the money to the man's personal bank account; donations normally don't work that way, or else it would be used for personal issues instead of the reason for the donation.
This means he wouldn't be able to make donations to a person's personal account, then it would work with business accounts, and other things that wouldn't directly go to the person's personal account.
Ethan prayed this was the case here; he faced the man.
"Do you have an account with the hospital? I would put the money there or send the money directly to the hospital account."