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Chapter 77
There was no such word as “expensive” in Shawn’s dictionary. He could buy anything he wanted in the world.
“Yes, the special medicine is required after a vegetative person wakes up. One dose costs fifty thousand. She needs it once a month, for five years, to make a full recovery,” Fiona explained.
Shawn’s frown deepened.
A voice broke through the tension in the room. “Please give it to my mother!” Gale’s words cut through the silence, and she stepped into the room.
She was still clutching the sachet tightly, her eyes filled with a mix of hope and caution as she looked at Shawn. The special medicine was beyond her reach, but Shawn… He could afford it.
Shawn’s eyes flickered when he saw the sachet in her hand. His words remained as cold and ruthless as ever. “I’ll give you the chance to be filial, Gale. You can go to the hospital now, pay the bills, and get the medicine for your mother.”
Fifty thousand. Once a month. For five years. It was an amount Gale could never afford.
Shawn’s expression was indifferent. “If you can’t do it, don’t ask for it.” He waved his hand, signaling for Fiona to leave.
Fiona nodded and exited, leaving the door to click shut behind her.
Gale’s face flushed. “I don’t have enough money.”
Shawn didn’t even flinch. “Then she can’t have it.”
“But…” Gale’s voice wavered as she struggled to find the words. “How will you be willing to pay for this medicine?” She had no other choice but to negotiate with him, even if it felt like a futile attempt.
Gale placed the sachet gently on his desk, her heart pounding. “I made this for you.”
Shawn crossed his legs, his eyes falling to her lower abdomen.
Gale froze, her breath catching in her throat.
His voice was cold, cutting through her like a blade. “If you want me to pay the money, get an abortion, and I’ll immediately have the hospital prescribe the medicine.”
Gale’s stomach dropped.
He was truly cruel.
She had to choose between her mother and her child. Two of the most important people in her life. But abandoning one to save the other would leave a scar on her conscience that could never be erased.
“Can’t do it? Want a child? Then don’t save your mother.”
“Do not…” Gale’s voice trembled.
“You can think about it. I’ll give you time,” Shawn said, his tone final.
Her hands clenched and released as she turned around, walking out slowly… as if her soul had already left her body.
Behind her, Shawn’s voice echoed, “After the abortion, I’ll tell my grandfather that you accidentally fell and miscarried.”
Gale tasted blood in her mouth as the pain inside her intensified. She felt numb, torn apart. But she kept walking, her mind clouded with confusion and despair.
When she stepped outside the Wood Group building, someone suddenly blocked her path. “Gale.”
She looked up to see Sam standing there, his face full of concern.
“What happened?” Sam asked, his voice gentle. “I called you so many times. Didn’t you hear me?”
“Sam… it’s you,” Gale whispered, a flicker of recognition in her eyes.
“Yeah, it’s me.”
In that moment, a glimmer of hope ignited in Gale’s chest. “Can you lend me some money?”
She rushed to explain before Sam could even respond. “Not much—just forty thousand. I’ll pay it back. I really will find a way!”
Sam smiled warmly, his eyes soft. “Of course, you can. I’ll transfer it to you now. You don’t need to pay it back.”
Gale’s heart swelled with gratitude and relief, a small light in the darkness of her world.