The Price of a Life

My mom was critically injured in a car crash.

She needed three million dollars for an emergency, life-saving surgery.

I got down on my knees, begging my husband, Julian Vance, to tap into his private investment portfolio. He simply looked down at me from above.

"The success rate of this procedure is less than thirty percent. That makes it a bad investment."

"Jeopardizing my cash flow for the next quarter over someone on their deathbed simply isn't worth it."

With that, he transferred five thousand dollars to my bank account. "Give your mom a decent funeral."