Surviving In This Filthy World As A Novel Villain-Chapter 107: Grandpa Is Dead

When Eric was first detained by officer Brooks, he assumed he’d just need to explain himself, sign some papers, and be out in no time.

After all, he had saved none other than the head of the Kleinberg family—one of the four most powerful families in the city.

They should’ve been grateful to him. If nothing else, they could’ve at least treated him like a valued guest, maybe even offered him Sera’s hand in marriage.

But instead, things had taken an absurd turn. The officers had tried contacting the Kleinberg family, only for them to coldly claim they didn’t know who Eric was.

"Hah, Kleinberg family. Bunch of Blind fools!" Eric muttered with a mocking smile as he picked up his bedding and walked toward the cell assigned to him.

The temporary detention center wasn’t particularly large, but it was crowded with all sorts of petty criminals.

As soon as Eric stepped inside, all eyes turned toward him.

When the guards left, a group of young delinquents stood up and slowly approached him, malicious grins spreading across their faces.

"Newcomers need to learn the rules around here," one of them said, cracking his knuckles.

Eric smirked, his disdain evident. "Rules? You guys are nothing but ants beneath my feet."

With three masters who had taught him everything from ancient medicine to assassination techniques, Eric didn’t even see these thugs as a threat.

Three minutes later…

The cramped cell was a scene of chaos. Seven or eight young men lay sprawled across the floor, groaning in pain.

"A bunch of trash." Eric clapped his hands together as if dusting off filth, the irritation from the Kleinberg incident momentarily replaced by a sense of satisfaction.

In the corner of the cell, a frail man with glasses crouched down, watching the scene in awe. His eyes sparkled with admiration as he stared at Eric, his mouth slightly agape.

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"What a powerful…man," the bespectacled man whispered, swallowing hard.

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The Next Morning:-

At Reid General Hospital, chaos was unfolding.

"Grandpa—where’s my grandpa? What happened to him?" Sera ran through the halls of the hospital, her voice trembling with panic. She had just been sitting in her university class when she received the call.

The hospital had informed her that her grandfather’s condition had taken a sudden turn for the worse, and a critical notice had been issued.

She hadn’t even taken the time to put on both shoes properly before rushing out of the building.

When she finally reached the VIP ward, the corridor was packed with people, and the sound of weeping filled the air.

Inside the room, the sight was even more gut-wrenching.

"Dad, how could you leave us like this? What are we supposed to do now?"

"This is all my fault… Dad, you left us so soon…"

The cries of grief from her relatives echoed in her ears.

Sera stumbled to the door, her eyes wide as she took in the scene. Her grandfather, her last and only family member she truly cared about, lay lifeless on the bed. Her head buzzed, her mind going blank.

It didn’t make sense. Just yesterday, his vitals had been stable. He was improving. How could this happen? How could he pass away in the span of a single night?

It was too fast. Too sudden. Sera couldn’t even process it.

Just as Sera stood there, frozen in shock, a woman’s voice broke through the silence of the hospital room. It was trembling, thick with tears. "Sera, hurry inside! You’re finally here!"

The voice belonged to the third daughter of the Kleinberg family, who rushed forward with red, swollen eyes and grabbed Sera’s arm, pulling her into the room.

Her grip was tight, desperate, as if letting go would make everything crumble. The faint smell of antiseptic lingered in the air, mixing with the heavy weight of grief.

"Your grandpa… he passed away half an hour ago."

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Her voice cracked as she spoke, tears streaming down her cheeks and dripping onto the tiled floor. She wiped her face with the back of her hand, but it didn’t stop the flood of emotion.

Sera’s heart sank as she stepped fully into the room, her shoes squeaking softly against the polished surface.

Everyone inside turned to look at Sera. The room was filled with Kleinberg family members, each one crying loudly, their faces twisted in sorrow.

Some clutched tissues, others buried their faces in their hands. The sound of sobbing bounced off the white walls, making the small space feel even more suffocating.

Among them was Logan, the eldest son of the now dead man. He was wailing so hard he could barely breathe, his broad shoulders shaking with every gasp.

To anyone watching, he looked like the perfect picture of a devoted son, mourning his father’s loss. His dark suit was wrinkled, his tie loosened as if he’d been tugging at it in despair.

"It’s all because of that bastard named Eric Vaughn!" Logan suddenly roared, his voice rough with anger and pain. He clenched his fists so tight his knuckles turned white, glaring at nothing in particular.

"Not only did he fail to cure Dad, but he also wrecked the hospital’s medical equipment! When Dad’s condition got worse and he needed machines to save him, there was nothing left to use! If it wasn’t for that bastard, Dad wouldn’t be dead!"

His words spilled out like venom, his chest heaving as he spat them. His face was red, veins bulging at his temples, and a few strands of his usually neat hair fell messily over his forehead. The others nodded along, muttering their agreement through their tears.

Then the eldest daughter of the Kleinberg family stepped forward, her eyes puffy and her voice shaky.

"That bastard is nothing but a fraud—a fake doctor!" she cried, pointing an accusing finger toward Sera. "Dad still had a chance to pull through, but that con artist used some nonsense acupuncture on him. After that, all hope was gone!"

She hugged herself as she spoke, her thin frame trembling. Her dress, once crisp and elegant, was now crumpled, stained with tear marks. She shot Sera a look filled with blame, her lips quivering as she tried to hold back another sob.

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