A Don's Tale
I forced myself to kneel by his bed, sobbing uncontrollably.
The doctor's voice was regretful. "There was no money in the account, so we couldn't perform the surgery. We did everything we could. I'm very sorry."
I lifted my head sharply and asked, my voice trembling, "But didn't someone transfer the money over?"
The doctor and nurse both shook their heads, looking confused.
In disbelief, I opened Dad's account on my phone and refreshed it repeatedly. But the balance remained zero.
After Dad's body was placed in the morgue, I frantically dialed Lorenzo's number. It wasn't until the 187th call that he finally picked up.
Bab Populer