By the time I got the hospital bill, my son Charlie Hunt's body had already gone cold. The total was 500,000 dollars, covering emergency treatment, surgery, and the medical bills we'd accumulated over the years.The nurse told me to pay the bills as soon as possible and sign the form to release Charlie's body.I stared at the papers for so long that the numbers gradually blurred. That was when I realized I was crying again.I called Sebastian Boyd, only to find that he'd blocked me. His assistant, Henry Dane, called me back, though, his voice maintaining its usual politeness."Mrs. Boyd, Mr. Boyd is busy.""I only want 500,000 dollars," I said hoarsely. "Tell him that Charlie is dead. I need to handle his funeral arrangements."Henry fell silent for a few seconds, then he said, "Mrs. Boyd, Mr. Boyd said he won't fall for your scheme again."I gripped my phone tightly.I did actually lie to Sebastian three years ago. At that time, Charlie had just undergone his first heart surge
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