Chapter 4

The hospital told me that Emma's chances of recovery were high if she underwent a bone marrow transplant.

Hearing this news, I was overjoyed.

But the bone marrow transplant surgery required a large sum of money, and I had long since exhausted my savings from earlier years, leaving me in dire financial straits.

Just as I was at a loss, my phone screen kept lighting up with notifications.

When I opened them, I found that Jack was sending out red envelopes in the family group chat.

He sent out over a dozen red envelopes, each containing $500.

In just a few minutes, he had given away $5,000 or $6,000.

The relatives in the group kept complimenting him, praising his generosity.

Everyone was saying how generous and kind-hearted Boss Jack was, calling him the most successful person in the Lin family of this generation.

But all I knew was that he was Emma's father, and he should have stepped up when Emma needed money for medical treatment!

I returned home from the hospital to find Jack already drunk.

When I told him the news that Emma could be cured after surgery, he showed not a hint of joy, his expression very irritated.

"When I wanted to join the bubble tea franchise, you didn't give me a penny. Now that I've earned some money, you're after it. I won't give you a cent!"

"I've opened another bubble tea shop and invested a lot of money. I don't have any cash on hand now. You figure it out yourself!"

I looked at him in disbelief. Emma's surgery would cost only $150,000, much cheaper than opening a bubble tea shop. He had money to open another shop but was unwilling to pay for his own daughter's treatment.

Did he deserve to be a father?

Disappointed, I left and called my best friend to borrow money.

After learning about Emma's situation, my friend transferred $100,000 to me without hesitation.

She apologized, "That's all I have on hand. Try to borrow more from others. Don't delay Emma's treatment."

With a mortgage and a child to raise, it was already a big deal for her to lend me $100,000. I felt deeply touched.

For the remaining $50,000, I had no choice but to borrow from my parents.

They had already given me a lot of money when Emma first fell ill. Having to ask them again made me feel very awkward.

But my parents didn't hesitate for a second and transferred the money right away.

They even told me not to scrimp and save, and to take care of myself.

I felt both moved and guilty. With this hard-earned money, I sent Emma into the operating room.

But as I waited anxiously, my best friend called me.

"I saw Jack with a woman inspecting the bubble tea shop. He even had the staff address her as the boss's wife. The woman had a big belly, looked like she was pregnant!"

"Jack said he was preparing to open his sixth branch, and then he wants to open even more, to dominate the bubble tea market in our city."

"Olivia, he has enough money to open a sixth store, his liquid assets must be at least a million dollars. He definitely lied to you when he said he had no money!"

I gripped my phone tightly, feeling a surge of grief and anger.

Not just because of his betrayal, but also because of his disregard for our daughter.

Since you're so heartless, I won't show you any mercy!

----------This is the breakpoint----------