In the video, she and Bryce were kissing wildly in the city’s most expensive bar, yelling, “Everyone’s drinks are on me!”
Everyone was on him? That bar costs at least twenty thousand dollars per person.
I let out a cold laugh and right away canceled every card and credit limit I had opened for Bryce.
Sure enough, a few hours later, Bryce called, shouting angrily. “Margaret! Who said you could freeze my cards?!”
“Get over here right now and pay the bill!”
I couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh and asked, “We’re already divorced, and you still expect me to cover your bill?”
“Bryce, do you honestly think I’ve lost my mind?”
He paused for a second before saying, “Once I claim the prize tomorrow, I’ll give it back to you!”
“It’s just five million, are you really going to be that stingy?”
Saying nothing, I ended the call and blocked his number.
Did he actually believe I’d keep spoiling him like before? Did he really think that money was his to spend?
After cutting the line, I called another number. “Hello, Detective Wagner? I’ve got something that needs your help.”
The next morning, I stayed beside my mother’s hospital bed. Her face was pale, and she was still unconscious and weak.
The doctor explained that she had suffered both psychological trauma and physical injury and would need long-term rest to recover.
I gave a nod and went out to get some breakfast. But just outside, I ran into Bryce and the others.
At that moment, I recalled that the hospital was near the prize claim center.
As soon as they noticed me, their steps halted.
Bryce glanced at me furiously. “You blocked me over five million! You’re too much!”
“Because of you, I had to sign a guarantee letter in front of everyone at the bar, saying I’d pay it back today!”
“Once I cash in the prize, I’ll make you pay for this!”
Standing beside him were a few troublemakers with dyed yellow hair.
I had told Bryce many times to keep away from them, yet he’d been pretending to listen while doing the opposite behind my back.
Those guys gave me cruel smirks.
“I heard your mom had a stroke and’s lying in the hospital, huh? Costs thousands a day to keep her there. If you’ve got no money, why don’t you just take her home and wait for her to die?”
“Check out that expression, she’s probably here to beg Bryce for pity, hoping he’ll feel sorry for her and hand over some cash to save that old woman.”