The doctors exchanged a look and nodded at me, saying, "We'll do what we can."
I called Sophie over and over. Finally, she picked up after ten long minutes.
"Bradley, can you just stop? I told you to wait a bit. Don't you get it? Connor's team is about to win," Sophie snapped.
"But what about the money for Mom's surgery..." I began, but Sophie hung up before I could finish.
Staring at the operating room doors, I felt my stomach twist with worry.
The hospital agreed to start the surgery, but made it clear we couldn't delay paying for further treatment.
After we married, I gave my payroll card to Sophie. Now, I didn't have a penny to my name.
Julia didn't have any other children, just Sophie.
I was an orphan, and after marrying Sophie, Julia treated me like her own son.
I was deeply grateful to Julia and never picked fights with Sophie. But now, with Julia's life on the line, I had to do something.
Luckily, I knew where Connor lived because I had often driven Sophie to his house for parties.
Without a second thought, I grabbed a cab and headed to Connor's place.
I got to the front door just as cheers erupted from inside.