My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 78

Chapter 78: Buying Points
They finally pulled into the hospital parking lot, and immediately, all the staff started noticing the car.

It was so beautiful, so rare, that everyone began pulling out their phones, snapping pictures from every angle.

CLICK!

Asher stepped out of the SUV, his black, fashionable jacket reaching down to his knees.

Underneath, a simple white long T-shirt and brown pants complemented his look, with a black and white snake leather shoes that perfectly matched his attire.

Nurses and patients alike couldn’t help but stare; he looked like something straight out of a magazine, like a celebrity.

Some of the staff, however, recognized him. He was a familiar face, a frequent visitor to the hospital.

He walked around the car to the other side, opening the door. As he did, a drop-dead gorgeous girl stepped out. Her appearance was just as attractive as the car itself.

She wore an outfit that matched the car’s theme—black and red, elegant and fierce, drawing eyes wherever she went.

Her black shades only added to her charm, giving her a mysterious, almost untouchable vibe, like she was the heir to some huge corporation, and regular people should feel lucky just to see her.

Not to mention, her lips were super cute and red, so noticeable that even from a distance, they stood out.

“Who are they? They look like celebrities.” people began whispering to each other.

“Did you see the car? That thing is worth more than most people’s houses!” One person remarked, eyes wide with disbelief.

“It’s more than that. Look, I searched online, and that’s a Lamero Urus—the latest model, top of the line. It costs over 20 million credits. My house is only 3 million.” Another voice chimed in, sounding almost depressed.

“Look at that girl, she’s so pretty, and her outfit… it’s like something out of a fashion magazine. And those shades, too. She looks like she owns the place.” A woman in the corner whispered, her eyes glued to Lucy’s expensive jewelries.

Just as the people started blowing things out of proportion, one of the nurses recognized Asher.

“I’ve seen him before… He is Hilda’s son right?. But I’ve never seen her. Maybe she’s his girlfriend?”

Another nurse narrowed her eyes. “You’re right, that’s the hottie who’s always here. Wait, I thought he was broke?”

“Shh, can’t you see? I think he got himself a super rich girlfriend. Or, he started doing illegal things.”

They started making up stories in their heads to justify how someone who used to be poor could end up buying such an expensive car and wearing such costly clothes.

Some of the male employees, clearly jealous, even began badmouthing him, just to quench their own frustration.

Asher scratched his head awkwardly and whispered to Lucy, “I think my clothes are a bit too flashy…”

Lucy raised an eyebrow “Are you saying you hate the clothes I meticulously picked out for you?”

Asher froze, realizing that the way she phrased it left no room for reasoning. She had cornered him.

“I didn’t mean it like that… I actually like it,” he sighed.

Her gaze softened, but she didn’t let him off easily. “Good. Because I put a lot of thought into it.”

“Thank you,” he said, smiling. It was always easier to go along with her mood swing than to fight it.

They made their way to the hospital’s administrative office, where the woman in charge of bills sat nervously behind her desk.

The moment she saw a couple of rich-looking people walk in, her posture stiffened. She didn’t dare look directly at him.

She knew who Asher was, or at least, she thought she did. She had even offered him money in exchange for sleeping with her, so this situation was awkward.

‘So in the end, he’s a gold digger,’ she thought. ‘Found himself a rich girl to sponsor him. If I had known he’d be snatched up by someone, I should’ve raised my offer. Maybe I had a chance.’

Lucy, losing patience, broke the silence. “Run the numbers on the hospital bill. I’ll cover it in full, and we’re discharging her to transfer to a better hospital tomorrow.”

The woman blinked in surprise, her nervousness only growing.

“Of course, ma’am. I’ll prepare everything right away.” She quickly nodded, fumbling for the paperwork she needed.

It was clear Lucy wasn’t the type to wait, and the way she spoke showed just how entitled she was.

“Good. Don’t make me wait too long,” Lucy said, her tone cold, as she rolled her eyes.

Asher, sensing the change in Lucy’s mood, felt a wave of unease. He wasn’t sure if he should say anything.

By now, he had learned not to question her when she was in one of these moods.

‘Why is she so angry?’ he wondered to himself.

Little did he know, Lucy had an ability that few were aware of—she could sense emotions through blood.

The woman’s gaze would occasionally flicker toward Asher when she thought no one was looking. It wasn’t obvious, but there was something in her eyes—lust, a lot of it.

Judging by this, she could tell the woman had been with multiple men already. Her body count probably close to three digits.

When the bills were finally tallied, Lucy simply handed over her credit card without .

The transaction went through smoothly, and the total amount was paid in full, as if money was nothing more than a small detail.

Lucy stood up without waiting for any further exchange. She didn’t look back at the woman, her demeanor cold and dismissive.

Asher, however, didn’t share the same indifference. He bowed his head slightly, a gesture of respect.

The woman had helped him before, extending his grace period on a previous bill when he had been struggling to make ends meet.

Despite Lucy’s attitude, he felt the need to acknowledge the woman’s past kindness.

She gave him a small, almost surprised smile, and for a brief moment, the tension between them seemed to ease—though it didn’t last long.

“Let’s go,” Lucy said flatly, her voice carrying the weight of someone who had long grown tired of the place.

He followed her out of the room, giving the woman one last nod before they left.

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Inside the hospital room, Asher’s mother, Hilda, stared out the window, her heart filled with worry.

He hadn’t been visiting her, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

Maybe he had overworked himself? Or maybe something bad had happened.

A flood of anxious thoughts ran through her mind, each one more troubling than the last.

Just as she was contemplating, the door opened.

“Son!” she exclaimed, tears welling up in her eyes, relieved to see that he was okay.

“Mom,” he rushed towards the bed and hug her.

They shared a few moments together, until Hilda noticed Lucy standing in the door.

“Oh my … Who is this lovely lady?” she asked.

“I…” Asher paused, unsure of how to introduce her.

But Lucy quickly read the situation, and offered a warm smile.

“Hello, my name is Lucy. Your son has been taking good care of me,” she said, bowing her head in a gesture of respect—an act she seldom used.