A nurse marched over. "Ma'am, we need the deposit immediately. Surgery cannot proceed without payment."
I reached for my wallet, then froze. Anthony had frozen everything. I didn't have a cent.
The elevator dinged.
Anthony stepped out, supporting Jasmine. Her head was wrapped in dramatic bandages, and she leaned into him, playing the fragile victim.
"Anthony!" I lunged toward them, waving the notices. "Mom and Dad are in the ICU! Sign the papers!"
He didn't glance at the forms. "Why should I finance your parents' medical bills? Read the prenup. Your family's debts are not my problem."
"They're your parents!" My voice cracked. "They came back to surprise you! Jasmine humiliated them until your mother's heart gave out!"
I pointed at his mistress. "Are you going to watch them die because of her?"
Anthony blinked. A flicker of panic crossed his face. He reached for the papers.
Jasmine's hand shot out, catching his wrist. "She's lying, Tony. Those two old beggars tried to scam us for a free meal. How could they be your noble parents?"
She glared at me. "Darling, don't be fooled."
The doubt in Anthony's eyes vanished. He withdrew his hand.
"If you claim they're my parents, I'll see for myself."