Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire
Trembling, I fumbled for my phone and tried to ask Hans for some money.
"Honey, Mom's condition just worsened. Can you send some money over, please?"
Hans remained silent, clearly doubtful of my words. "I already spent everything I had on the last payment. Where am I supposed to find more money now?
"Honey, your mom has been bedridden for years. We can't keep getting dragged down by someone who's about to die. Maybe… you should just give up."
Realizing that he was still lying to me, I immediately broke down and cried, "Please, I'm begging you! I know you still have money—just send me a little more! She's in surgery right now. If I don't pay, she's going to die!"
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