The doctor asked, puzzled, “What is your relationship with Ms. Moore? She didn’t tell you about her condition? She has less than a week left.”
“How could that be? She never told me…”
Samson’s knees went weak. He could barely hold the phone with his trembling fingers.
Sarah’s hand shot to her mouth, feigning nonchalance.
“Ms. Moore just ran off with a rich heir a few days ago. And now she’s suddenly diagnosed with stomach cancer?
“I think she was afraid you’d take revenge and bribed a doctor to be part of her little act.”
Rage boiled inside Samson.
“You’re right. It’s too much of a coincidence. Sarah’s bodyguards just dealt with Stacy, and your call came through.
“Tell me. How much did Stacy pay you to help her in her little act?”
The doctor bristled at being questioned about his medical ethics. “Sir, I have no idea who you are.
“But Ms. Moore can’t even afford her medicine. She spends barely a few dollars a month on cheap painkillers. Where on earth would she get the money to bribe me?
“If you don’t believe me, you can check Ms. Moore’s records at Cedars–Sinai Medical Center anytime.”
The doctor hung up with a click.
Samson gripped the phone, his gaze falling on Stacy lying on the ground.
She looked so thin and frail that a gust of wind could blow her away.
He recalled how she had vomited blood back at the club.
Could it be… she really was ill?
Samson headed for his car, ready to go to the hospital immediately. But Sarah grabbed his wrist.
“Today’s date was set by our families so you’d accompany me to pick a wedding dress. I haven’t even decided on a dress, and you’re leaving now?”
Of course, Samson knew he was in the wrong.
He took a deep breath and shook off Sarah’s hand.
“Something happened at the company. I’ll be gone for half an hour. Go wait in the dress shop.”
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But Sarah scoffed and saw through his flimsy excuse. “You’re in such a hurry because you want to know whether Sta- ey is really sick, aren’t you?
“I’ve already had it looked into.”
She took out her phone and showed him a photo.
The worry in Samson’s eyes vanished, replaced by anger at being made a fool of
His gaze went icy. “Get me a bucket of saline.
“Let’s see what other tricks she’s playing.”
Soon the bodyguards brought buckets of saline.
Samson lifted a bucket and dumped the saline onto my wounds. The intense pain brought me back to consciousness.
Seeing me open my eyes, he seemed to relax. But his disgust deepened.
“I knew you were faking it.
“You were scared and paid off a doctor to fool me into believing you had cancer. Did you ever think you’d end up like this when you left me?
“Why don’t you go ahead and get stomach cancer already? Women like you are a menace to society!”
My lips trembled, and the pain made it hard to speak. But in Samson’s eyes, my silence was confirmation.
He slipped an arm around Sarah’s waist.
“Let’s go pick your dress elsewhere. Don’t let her ruin our date.
“Don’t bother with her. Didn’t she practically kill herself off? Let her lie there and see what death actually feels like!”
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