“Your mom’s medical fees? Nobody paid a cent. But yesterday, Miss Debbii took a full million from Sir Bryson and treated the hospital staff to afternoon tea. See? Some people are just born lucky while others aren’t. Guess you’ve finally learned your place, huh?”
Blood roared in my ears when I heard that. My eyes burned red, like they were bleeding.
So Bryson hadn’t refused to pay for my mom’s treatment.
It was Debbii—she’d taken the money and spent it on tea for the hospital staff?!
I couldn’t take it anymore. Shoving the staff member aside, I ran for the morgue.
The moment I pulled back the white sheet, my vision went black, and I collapsed onto the cold floor of the morgue.
Hedy’s POV
After arranging my mom’s funeral, I returned to the villa, pale-faced, clutching that small urn.
I set her urn down carefully, took up my documents, and was just about to leave when the bedroom door slammed open with a violent kick.
“Hedy! Where did you take Debbii?!”
I didn’t even look at him. My voice came out flat, numb.
“I don’t know. I didn’t.”
Bryson clearly didn’t believe me. Without a shred of mercy, he yanked me out of the room.