Chapter 2

Porter took my hand and said earnestly.

"Lester, I'm gratified that you can recognize your mistake. But since the doctor has already said Philip is in late stage, let's just let him go with dignity!"

Anthony snorted coldly and said sarcastically.

"Do you know better or does the doctor? Stop making a fuss!"

I forced out two tears.

"Philip is still so young. I'm just afraid he'll die before his time. I've already contacted specialists in New York."

"There happens to be a suitable liver donor available. As soon as we transfer there, we can arrange the liver transplant surgery immediately."

This was all made up to scare them.

Sure enough, Kelly was shocked and blurted out.

"No!"

My in-laws also strongly objected.

I looked coldly at Kelly.

"I've never seen a doctor prevent a patient from getting treatment. Or is there a problem with your diagnosis?"

Kelly's eyes flickered, but she stubbornly insisted she couldn't have misdiagnosed.

Porter flew into a rage and scolded me, saying I was deliberately trying to kill her son.

Getting to New York required flying. What if something happened to Philip during such an arduous journey?

Anthony even stood in the doorway, absolutely refusing to let me take Philip to New York.

I took out my phone and threatened coldly.

"Fine, we don't have to go to New York. Then I'll just ask the specialists to come here for a consultation. I refuse to believe Philip can't be saved!"

When Kelly heard the word "consultation," she panicked even more.

Porter coughed lightly and gave her a look.

Pretending to compromise: "Since Lester has already contacted the specialists, let's do that!"

"Lester, you go home and rest. Your dad and I will leave after the caregiver arrives."

They clearly wanted to send me away.

I nodded and pretended to leave the hospital room with a worried expression.

Once out of the hospital, I immediately disguised myself and went to claim the prize.

I wouldn't let anyone know about this hundred-million-dollar jackpot this time.

I hid the money well, didn't immediately buy anything, and even sold my car.

When I got home, I discovered that the joint account Philip and I had agreed not to touch had a zero balance!

After we got married, we'd each transfer part of our salary into it every month.

It served as the family's emergency fund and our future child's education fund.

This bastard had secretly withdrawn the money behind my back?!

I had a bad feeling.

I immediately made several phone calls, asking friends to help me investigate some things.

I lay in bed, tossing and turning.

Since Philip had originally planned to fake his death and run away with Kelly, he must have made thorough preparations long ago.

Fortunately, the house and car were in my name. It would be difficult for him to sell them for cash without me.

But that uneasy feeling in my heart wouldn't go away.

Just as I dozed off, my phone kept vibrating.

At 3 a.m., Kelly's sorrowful voice came through the phone.

"Ms. Lester, your husband Mr. Philip's condition suddenly deteriorated. After doing everything we could to save him, he still passed away. Please accept my condolences!"

I put on a shocked expression and said with a sob in my voice.

"What? How could this happen? I'll be right there!"

After hanging up, I couldn't suppress the corners of my mouth.

"Died" pretty quickly, didn't you? I won't let you go so comfortably.

I took something from the drawer and hurried to the hospital.

In the hospital room, Philip was already covered with a white sheet.

I lifted the sheet and glanced at him. His face was peaceful.

This was probably the best complexion I'd ever seen on a liver cancer patient, right?

Weren't others usually sallow and terribly thin?

Let me see you keep pretending!

"Slap! Slap!"

Without warning, I delivered two slaps. Philip didn't move a muscle.

Looks like they gave him quite a dose!

Porter was about to come pull me away, but I threw myself onto Philip first.

"Philip, you heartless man, how could you just leave me like this??"

I wailed while taking the opportunity to assess the situation.

His body was warm, he still had a heartbeat—this confirmed my suspicion.