All Chapters of Money for My Brother's Plastic Surgery: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Put off your treatment for now. Once your brother becomes handsome, he can snag a rich woman, and then you'll have all the money you need for treatment."I sat by the floor-to-ceiling window in my office on the 28th floor, staring at those words on my phone screen. I suddenly felt suffocated.It wasn't due to anger. I was physically suffocating.Last month, I was diagnosed with a cardiac myxoma. The tumor had grown into my left atrium and could detach at any moment, causing a stroke or sudden death.The doctor said I needed open-heart surgery to remove the tumor as soon as possible. I'd need at least $75,000 for the surgery cost plus the cost of the imported replacement valve and ICU fees.I hadn't told my family how serious my condition was, only that I had a health issue requiring surgery because I knew my dad wouldn't feel sad for me. He'd only feel sad for the money.The $75,000 was painstakingly saved, penny by penny, by selling my car, moving out of my city-center rental t

The next day at 10 AM, while I was in a meeting at work, my phone suddenly rang.It was an overseas number registered in Seoul, Korea.I stepped out of the meeting room and pressed the answer button.On the other end of the line, I heard Henry's frantic scream, accompanied by muffled cries of pain."Simon! What did you do?! You're gonna kill me!"Henry's voice sounded very weird, as if he had a large wad of cotton in his mouth or a hole in his chin. Every word was accompanied by hissing gasps."Unfreeze the account at once! Do you hear me?" He was yelling desperately.I leaned against the corridor wall, speaking flatly, "The account is frozen by the police. I can't unfreeze it.""It's Dad's account! You have no right!" Henry yelled, "Do you have any idea what I look like right now?!"Through his disjointed complaints, I pieced together what was happening to him in Korea.Yesterday afternoon, Henry was lying on the operating table at a high-end cosmetic clinic in Seoul.Accor

I was met by a senior partner, a female lawyer named Lynn.After listening to my account and reviewing the evidence I provided, Ms. Lynn pushed up her glasses, her eyes sharp."Mr. Lester, your handling of this matter was very decisive, which has given us a significant advantage for subsequent actions."Ms. Lynn neatly categorized the documents."Currently, there are two core demands. First, to clear you of responsibility for the $8,000 online loan. Second, to recover the $75,000 overseas transfer.""The online loan part is straightforward," Ms. Lynn said. "Although facial recognition was used, as long as the police determine that Jack Lester fraudulently operated your phone without your knowledge while you were unconscious, the loan will not be considered your true intention. I will draft a lawyer's letter to the loan platform for you. With that, and the police's case filing receipt, this debt will be directly transferred to Jack Lester, and it won't affect your credit score.""

At two in the afternoon, in the detention center visitation room, I saw my father through the thick bullet-proof glass.He had been locked up for less than 48 hours, but all his arrogance was completely gone.He was wearing a standard vest, his hair was plastered to his scalp, and his eyes were sunken. He was trembling all over.The moment he saw me, he grabbed the telephone receiver with tears streaming down his aged face."Simon! Simon, save me! I can't stay here! I don't get enough food, I can't sleep well, and I get bullied... I've realized my mistake now. Let me out!"I picked up the receiver and looked at him."I can let you out. Ms. Lynn should have already told you. If you sign the agreement to repay the debt with the apartment and authorize the property transfer, I'll give you the letter of forgiveness."My father's sobbing paused. A flicker of struggle crossed his eyes."Simon, that apartment... is for your brother's future family. You earn such a high salary, you can

It was Henry.But he looked completely different.The entire left side of his face was drooping, and a long, finger-wide dark red scar stretched across his jaw like a centipede crawling over his skin.Because the infection had damaged his facial nerves, the corner of his mouth drooped uncontrollably to one side, and when he spoke, saliva dripped out."Are you satisfied now?! Are you happy?!"Henry pointed at his own face, screaming at me like a madman. "My face is ruined! That Korean doctor said the nerves are necrotic and will never recover! My whole life is ruined!"He lunged forward, trying to grab the guardrails of my hospital bed, but was pinned firmly to the floor by two security guards who had just arrived."Let me go! Simon, give me back my house! What right did you have to sell my house! Dad left it for me!" Henry struggled frantically on the ground like a dying fish.I looked at him coldly. The numbers on my heart rate monitor didn't even fluctuate much."That is not