Todos los capítulos de She Donated Billions, We Scraped for Leftovers: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

When the test results came back, the doctor called me into his office."Aria's coagulation function is very poor, and her platelet count is abnormal. She needs to be hospitalized for further tests. You'll need to put down a 20-thousand-dollar deposit first. If surgery is required later, the cost will go up."I squeezed the report in my hand and paused before asking, "When's the deadline?""You have three days."I handed over all my savings to the hospital, then applied for financial assistance.I worked in the cafeteria by day and took shifts as a patient caregiver by night, getting three hours of sleep at most.In the early morning of the second day, after turning over the elderly patient in the next bed, I straightened my aching back, only to spot Leyla standing at the end of the hallway.She had changed into a black pantsuit, her long wavy hair draped over her shoulders. The cold white light fell across her striking features, making them look even sharper.I ignored her and

The next morning, I woke up under the nurse's uneasy gaze.A crowd carrying smartphones packed the space outside the ward. Several livestreamers crowded the hallway, filming Aria and me."That's him! He took five million dollars in child support, then brought his daughter back to play the victim!""He blew five million dollars in five years, and now he's using a sick child to scam his billionaire ex-wife!""I heard he went to pawn his wedding ring yesterday, using past feelings to guilt Ms. Saunders into giving him more!"It wasn't until I checked my phone that I realized Kamryn had posted a long statement in the early hours of the morning.He had publicly leaked the five-million-dollar wire transfer record, overseas property holdings, luxury purchase receipts, and the video of me selling my wedding ring at the pawnshop.The video conveniently edited out the part where Leyla bought the ring back for ten thousand dollars while refusing to give me a single cent.The footage showe

When Leyla returned to the office, the original bank records had already been delivered.The account was created using Jason's ID information, but the footage from the account opening had been doctored.The phone number tied to the account was the exact private number Kamryn used five years ago.The moment the five million dollars cleared, it was split up and wired out.Two million dollars went into an overseas real estate firm, 1.3 million dollars was used to purchase wealth management products, and the remaining balance was transferred into three shell companies.Those so-called luxury cars, designer watches, and high-end goods supposedly bought by Jason were all signed for by Kamryn and his father, Caleb Benton.Even the custom suit and watch worth 126 thousand dollars featured in the charity stream were paid for by an associated account.As Kamryn glanced at the bank statement, his facial muscles tightened, yet he still forced a composed demeanor."I was only keeping it saf

Back then, from beginning to end, Leyla never once asked how Aria was doing, nor did she ask where I was.My lawyer, Darwin Cohen, asked if I was open to mediation.Kamryn was willing to return the untransferred assets and pay an additional 300 thousand dollars in damages.The condition was that I sign a letter of forgiveness and drop all charges regarding document forgery, asset embezzlement, and intentional harm."No way," I said.The police officer reminded me, "Some of the funds were transferred overseas, and recovery will take time. If you accept mediation, you can get a portion of the money much faster.""Then we'll take our time recovering it."I looked toward Kamryn inside the interrogation room. "The money must be recovered, and the crime must be prosecuted."Kamryn glared at me through the glass.Even now, he still didn't think what happened five years ago was a big deal.In his eyes, I was merely a man who refused to know his place, and Aria was just a child who sh

The bone marrow test was scheduled for the morning.When Aria saw the puncture needle, her tiny face drained of color, yet she didn't cry.She squeezed my hand and asked, "Daddy, am I going home after this?""Yes. Only after the tests are done can the doctors figure out how to get you better.""Then I'm not scared."She said she wasn't scared, but her fingers kept trembling.I stayed with her inside the treatment room, only letting go of her hand once the anesthesia took effect.The moment the door closed behind me, my legs nearly gave out, and I had to brace myself against the wall to keep from collapsing.Two hours later, the doctor informed me that leukemia and congenital malignant blood disorders had been virtually ruled out. The final diagnosis leaned toward immune thrombocytopenia."Her condition is fairly severe, but it isn't untreatable. We'll start with immunoglobulins and steroids to bring it under control, then adjust her medication based on her response. Most young