Daily Life of a Transmigrating Villain

"Sir, what should we do now?" a nurse inquired of the doctor, her voice barely concealing the tension after seeing the news that confirmed Damien Raphael had been officially cast out from his family.

"Let's talk to him first." The doctor's voice was steady, but his mind was a storm of shattered hopes. Walking down the sterile hospital hallway, he couldn't shake the disappointment gnawing at him. He had envisioned that, with Damien's support, he might finally gain the approval and acceptance of the powerful Raphael family. But now, that dream seemed as distant as ever.

Still, amidst the disillusionment, there was a small solace—Damien shared the same blood, and that connection, that lineage, still tied them together in some way.

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!"

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The doctor and nurse froze at the loud, angry voice coming from Damien's room just as they opened the door. Their eyes immediately darted to the scene inside—a woman dressed in a nurse's uniform had one hand gripping the collar of a man while her other fist was raised, ready to strike him in the face.

"S-Sir Damien?" the doctor stammered, recognizing the man. Damien stood there, looking oddly calm, a smile playing on his lips as the woman—the one they had brought in last night, now in a nurse's uniform—was on the verge of punching him.

"Relax, Doctor, she just wanted a change of clothes. And you know, with my account frozen, there wasn't much I could do." Damien casually brushed Emilia's hand off his collar, straightened his shirt, and grabbed a black bag that lay on a nearby chair. He moved forward without causing a scene, though Emilia's silent glare trailed behind him, her anger simmering but contained.

"Th-that's... I was hoping to ask exactly what happened?" the doctor managed, finding his voice. This was the question that had been on his mind since hearing the news. Just last week, the Raphael family had announced that they were severing ties with Damien, rendering the doctor's long pursuit of their approval meaningless.

But he tried to maintain composure, hoping to get some clarity on the situation.

"You know how these family games work, right? They spread false news to reduce my value so the kidnappers would leave me. It's all part of the plan," Damien explained, shaking his head as he passed the doctor. The doctor and the nurse followed closely behind, feeling a strange sense of relief wash over them at Damien's words.
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If it was all a game, perhaps his connection to the Raphael family wasn't truly severed after all.

The doctor, though, couldn't ignore the subtle change in Damien's demeanor. His mind, however, was more focused on the hospital's future. If they played their cards right, they could still secure the funding promised by the wealthy groups for saving Damien. For the nurse, her focus was entirely on Damien—the way he carried himself, his calm confidence—it all left a strong impression.

She couldn't help but feel drawn to him, pushing away any sadness that lingered.

"Oh, I see." The doctor nodded, understanding that he might never fully grasp the inner workings of these powerful families. They could twist the truth as they pleased, publishing one thing today and denying it tomorrow.

"Doctor, what's the condition of the woman I brought in?" Damien's question cut through the air, his voice sharp and precise. He was referring to Emilia's mother, though in his mind, she was nothing more than a tool, a means to an end. He had a plan, and if Emilia couldn't prove herself useful, he would have to turn to her mother to achieve his goals.

"She's stable for now, but it will take a few weeks for her to wake up. The internal injuries were severe, and she suffered from heavy bleeding," the doctor reported, scanning the paperwork the nurse had handed him. Then, he hesitated for a moment before adding, "Sir Damien, the young lady in the room with you earlier, is she... Emilia Blake?"

He asked because the recent news of Damien's engagement to Emilia Blake had caused quite a stir, and seeing her in that altercation made it clear she was no ordinary woman.

"Yes, and her mother is the woman in the accident. Make sure both of them are well cared for until I return," Damien ordered as he exited the hospital. His words were final, punctuated by a slight gesture, and both the doctor and nurse instinctively bowed in response. They knew they had little choice in the matter. To displease him was to lose what little hope they had of elevating their careers.

After all, they had been stuck in this rural hospital for over four years, far removed from the VIP clientele they so desperately sought.

While Camphrian City was well-organized and modern, the hospital, though equipped with advanced technology, rarely attracted the kind of patients who could open doors to a better future.

The doctors here were competent, even exceptional, but the lack of connections with the upper echelons of society kept them trapped.

They saw Damien as their golden ticket, a second-generation rich young master who might offer them a way out and a transfer to a more prestigious hospital in the city.

"Sir, what about the hospital bills?" The receptionist, timidly approaching, presented the doctor with a bill for Damien's treatment, which was still unpaid.

"Are you an idiot? You want me to ask him for some trivial amount of money?" the doctor snapped, his irritation evident. He pulled out his own card and handed it to the receptionist, grumbling, "Put it on my account. When Sir Damien decides to pay, let him know I covered it with my own salary, got it?"

He wasn't about to let something as petty as a bill tarnish the image he was trying to cultivate. If he played his cards right, Damien would see him as a loyal supporter, and that could only improve his future prospects.

"Y-yes, me too," the nurse chimed in quickly, pulling out her phone. "I'll pay for his meals and clothes."

Their salaries, provided by the government, allowed them some flexibility, and they knew that investing a little now might yield significant rewards later.

"Where is my mother?" A sudden voice interrupted their conversation. It was Emilia, standing a few feet away, her eyes narrowing as she took in the sight of the nurse, her instincts immediately picking up on the other woman's interest in Damien.

"Oh, Good morning, Miss Emilia. Please follow me," the nurse responded, recovering from her initial surprise and guiding Emilia toward the emergency room where her mother was being treated.