"Go ahead, call the cops. Think about it. You got a chunk of flesh crushed, and they paid out ten million? That's because Logan Stephens has a thing for me. The money was a favor to me. Calling the police won't change a thing. That money was always meant to be mine!"
I froze.
After my accident, the CEO of Stephens Group had held me in his arms, eyes red-rimmed, and sworn he would take responsibility for me for the rest of his life. And now my sister was claiming he had feelings for her?
...
The wound on my lower abdomen had been stitched and bandaged, but the pain still throbbed with every breath.
At least the settlement had been ten million dollars, more than ten times the standard amount.
With that kind of money, I could go abroad and find a cutting-edge clinic for treatment.
But when I tried to book a plane ticket, the screen flashed: Insufficient balance.
Ten million dollars. Every single cent, gone.
A buzzing filled my skull. My hand trembled around the phone. From beyond the bedroom door, I heard my sister Ethel Swanson's voice, shrill with glee: "Mom, Dad, thank you so much! With this ten million, I can finally pay off all my debts. No more hiding!"