Vikrant was directly facing them and had a devilish grin on his face. He grinned at them and told him Vikrant Singh Sikhawat did not need such dogs to get anywhere. I came here only to see their faces. The others... give them their price.

That being said, Vikrant and Vyansh departed the warehouse.

In the meantime, Eeshani was lying in the hospital ward, with a woman in his grip and crying. She kept on insisting to the workers at the hospital, "Do not release my mother. I would get her treated anywhere I would put money. Please..."

"Please... give me a few more days. I will pay all the bills as soon as I get my salary. Oh, pray, do stay but a little more. But where was I to take my mother in such a case?

An employee got irritated by the pleading of Eeshani and told her, Eeshani, you have been saying for three months that you will get the money to get them treated. So far, you have not even reimbursed their medication or hospitalization. What is your plan of treatment now? Wait, how long do you want us to wait? They have long been receiving free treatment. How long shall we continue to hold your mother on fee? Had you paid your dues on time, then this could not have occurred!

She asserted, Eeshani, the situation of your mother is getting worse day by day. In case anything occurs to her without treatment, the reputation of our hospital will be affected. And you know very well that you cannot go on without paying her; it is too dear—you just cannot afford to have her treated. So, meddle not and get her out of this place.

Endless were the tears that were rolling down the eyes of Eeshani, and her heart was sore. Likely out of her distress, a female doctor by the name of Swati came into the ward. One of the female employees went to her and informed her instantly, Ma’am, Eeshani is not listening. Reasoning with her is no use; she is stubborn. Please talk to her."

With her weeping eyes, Eeshani came to Dr. Swati and clasped her hands. Doctor, pray... do not tell them not to discharge my mother. You see, there is no one in this world but my mother. Something will happen to her, and I will die even when I am alive. I can't live without her. Where else can I take her? Please, let her stay here. I will get the money to treat her anyplace—just leave my mother out of this place.

Looking thus desperate, Dr. Swati touched Eeshani on the shoulder and said to her, soft-spoken, "Eeshani, we know when it is necessary to be desperate." But there's nothing we can do. This hospital is extremely costly. We held your mother here on humanitarian grounds, but we can no longer hold her any longer. You should know our position as well, dear. We have a superior above us whom we are supposed to order about. My recommendation... go and find a hospital you can afford to bring your mother to. Keep her a few days there. You can bring her here once you have gotten the money to readmit her.