Ophelia, the liar

Ophelia’s POV

"You said your boss borrowed you such a huge amount of money, what does he do for a living that he has so much money?" Dad asked me as I detached a grape from the huge cluster which was placed on a plate on the bedside table.

It had been a month after dad underwent surgery and started chemotherapy. Now, he looked more energetic and his golden-tan complexion was gradually coming back.

He didn't look deathly pale like a ghost anymore and I was immensely glad whenever I looked at his face.

Sometimes, I still couldn't believe that my dad was slowly becoming hale and hearty after the calamities and depression that I had gone through in the past few months.

I couldn't wait for him to complete the rest of his treatment and get fully well, so I'd start saving up to go to culinary school.

I gulped nervously as cold sweat instantly broke out on my forehead, "Yeah, he is. He's a billionaire and he owns a lot of oil distilleries across the globe, so I guess two million dollars is j