“Pay for everything?” This bar cost at least $2,000 per person. I scoffed and blocked Camilla’s family payment service and credit card.
A few hours later, Camilla angrily called me, “Ted! Why did you cancel my card?! Come pay the bill now!”
I laughed in frustration and said, “We’re getting a divorce and you still want me to pay for your things? Camilla, do you think I’m crazy?”
She paused, then said, “I’ll pay you back tomorrow when I get my $700,000 prize! You’re really arguing over that?”
I said nothing, hung up and blocked her number. Did she really think I’d still spoil her? Did she really think all that money was hers?
After hanging up, I called another number. “Hello, Detective Herbert? I need your help with a case.”
***
The next morning, I sat by my mother’s bedside. She was pale, unconscious and in very bad shape.
The doctor said she had suffered mental shock and physical trauma and needed rest to have any chance of waking up.
I nodded and went out to buy breakfast, but then I saw Camilla and her group. I suddenly remembered the hospital was close to the lottery prize center. They stopped when they saw me.