“It’s just five million, are you really going to be that stingy?”
Saying nothing, I ended the call and blocked his number.
Did he actually believe I’d keep spoiling him like before? Did he really think that money was his to spend?
After cutting the line, I called another number. “Hello, Detective Wagner? I’ve got something that needs your help.”
The next morning, I stayed beside my mother’s hospital bed. Her face was pale, and she was still unconscious and weak.
The doctor explained that she had suffered both psychological trauma and physical injury and would need long-term rest to recover.
I gave a nod and went out to get some breakfast. But just outside, I ran into Bryce and the others.
At that moment, I recalled that the hospital was near the prize claim center.
As soon as they noticed me, their steps halted.
Bryce glanced at me furiously. “You blocked me over five million! You’re too much!”
“Because of you, I had to sign a guarantee letter in front of everyone at the bar, saying I’d pay it back today!”
“Once I cash in the prize, I’ll make you pay for this!”
Standing beside him were a few troublemakers with dyed yellow hair.