"Don't waste the money. You just hurt Agatha. Getting her treated is more important right now." He hung up.
I was frantic. I scrolled through every contact on my phone, and in the end, I called Joseph.
He didn't ask questions. He wired several million dollars and told me to spend whatever I needed. I thanked him over and over, then worked with the doctor to schedule the surgery right away.
Meanwhile, Agatha was staring at her reddened cheek in a mirror, grinding her teeth with rage. Frederick rushed to soothe her. "It's all Libby's fault. Don't be upset, Agatha. Here, take this new black card. Buy whatever you want."
Agatha took the card and finally stopped crying, though the fury still simmered beneath the surface.
"She loves that old woman so much she'd beg and borrow just to pay for surgery," Frederick mused, a cruel smile playing at his lips. "Imagine how devastated she'd be if the surgery failed."
He called the hospital shortly after and made all the arrangements.
The next morning, Aunt Harriet was wheeled into the operating room. I waited outside, watching the clock. A procedure that should have taken two hours stretched to four.