Chapter 1

Before I died, my son, Jude, begged the medical staff, “Doctors, my mother is Aspen Harrod. She’s the biggest shareholder of this hospital. We’re very rich, so we’ll definitely pay for my father’s surgical bills.”

When he saw that the doctors and nurses were not moved, he kept begging, “Aren’t you supposed to be lifesavers? Please save my father!”

The medical staff started slapping their own cheeks in apology.

“Sorry, we’ve just received instructions from Ms. Harrod. Unless you pay for the surgical fees on your own, we can’t treat you. Whoever that treats you will have to bear the full treatment cost and leave the hospital.

“Even though we’re doctors, we still need to earn a living. We can’t lose this job, so I hope you’ll understand.”

Jude was only eight years old, but he understood everything.

If he continued to pester them, it would no longer be morally right.

He slowly stood up and tried to call Aspen again.

The call still did not get through.

We had come to this hospital because it was the nearest to us, and staff could immediately treat me.

Additionally, it was our business, so we did not have to worry about the treatment fee.

However, we were wrong. We had underestimated how horrible Aspen could be and overestimated how important we were to her.

The medical staff members were worried that we would continue to pester them, so they left my ward.

Jude sat next to my bed as he sobbed. “Dad, I’m sorry. I should’ve hidden my piggy bank well. Otherwise, Mom wouldn’t have been able to take my money.”

I mustered all my strength to wipe the tears from his cheeks. “It’s alright, Jude. Death is a part of life. I just… don’t want to leave you alone.”