In the Name of Love
I'd never refuse any of his unreasonable requests, and I certainly wouldn't compete with any of his lovers.
Or, to put it another way, I couldn't refuse him.
Bibi was sick—she had leukemia. As her mother and a doctor, I couldn't save her.
Poverty was the one single disease that had no cure. The only way I could get the medication Bibi needed was by fulfilling Byron's every demand.
Each box of the life-saving Nimitine cost 20 thousand dollars, and the only place it was available was Byron's private hospital.
So I could never slack off when it came to Byron's orders. All I could do was submit, apologize, and obey.