Stomach cancer?
My heart skipped a beat, my gaze shifting in disbelief towards my aunt. "How... how did you...?"
Before she could even utter a word, Allen chimed in, "Look, you can skimp on anything else, but when it's about health, you gotta opt for the best."
Glancing at Cheryl, I nodded in agreement. "That makes sense. I've got around $200,000 saved up. I can give it all to Auntie for her treatment."
After all, I was on my own...
There wasnât much else I needed the money for.
Money can be earned back, but once a person is gone... theyâre gone for good.
Allen, however, frowned in disapproval. "Only $200,000?"
I was honest. "That's all I have."
"Do you think I'm a fool?" Allen's voice rose in anger. "Donât think I donât know who you married. I figured it out when that old guy from the Ferguson family in River City showed up with a hefty amount of money. $500,000 is just a drop in the bucket for you. Jane, I never realized you could be so cold-hearted!"
I felt a bitter taste in my throat, overwhelmed with a sense of helplessness. "I'm getting a divorce, Uncle. I'll soon have no ties with the Ferguson family."
Allen and Leroy were both shocked. "A divorce?!"
I nodded. "Yes."
Allen seemed surprised for a moment, then shrugged it off. "So you're getting a divorce. It doesnât mean itâs final. He wants the divorce, right? Ah, men always get tempted by the world out there. Just turn a blind eye, and itâll pass."
"We've already applied for a divorce. It pretty much feels like we're divorced already."
Allen was quick to respond, "But I heard that an application can be canceled, right?"
Frustrated, I replied, "Uncle, this is my personal matter."
"Alright, alright."
He brushed it off and went straight to the point. "As long as you continue to support us and give all the money needed for your auntâs treatment, I donât care what happens to you."
I tried to keep my patience. "What about the money I've given you before?"
Over the years, including the wedding money, I must have given them at least $1,500,000.
And it had only been three years.
"Whereâs that money?"
Allen immediately got defensive, his temper flaring. "What do you mean? Your cousin is about to get married, doesnât he need a house and a car?
The money you gave is barely enough for a down payment! How could there be anything left for your aunt..."
"Enough!"
Aunt Cheryl couldnât take it anymore. Struggling to sit up, she pointed at Allen and Leroy, "Both of you, out!"
Allen and his son, two peas in a pod, acted as if they hadnât heard a thing.
Aunt Cheryl made a move to get out of bed. "Fine, if you wonât leave, I will. I wonât bother with this illness!"
"Such a temper, even when sick!"
Allen huffed and dragged Leroy out with him.
Finally, some peace.
I helped her lay back down and sighed. "When did you get sick? What did the doctors say? Is it serious?"
"The doctors said it was caught early. There's a good chance of survival for ten years."
Aunt Cheryl held my hand, her gaze soft. "So, donât worry about me. And as for the money, you donât have to listen to him. I have enough for my treatment."
"Where did you get the money...?"
Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson)
ï¤Chapter 124 His Charming Wife ï¤Chapter 10 Dominant Boss: Call Me Hubby, My Dear ï¤Chapter 250 Finn Shows up Amidst Many Obstructions "Youâve been transferring me $10,000 every month, right? I only gave him $3000 and kept the rest without him knowing. Plus, Iâve saved up a bit on my own over the years. It should be enough."