"Neither of them. One's in critical condition, the other has minor injuries. What a shame. God really is blind." He sucked his teeth. "The hospital called because they want us to come in with money. Surgery alone is going to cost a fortune, and post-op recovery plus skin grafts will bleed us dry."
Zoe let out a sharp, contemptuous snort.
"A wreck that bad and they still didn't die?"
"Isn't that always the way. Good people die young, but cockroaches live forever!"
"Now what are we supposed to do? If they're not dead, they're dead weight. Half-alive is worse than gone. They'll drag us straight into the ground." Her voice climbed higher. "We have savings, sure, but that money is for our grandson. For his house, his car, his future wife. Not for Gay Fox and that worthless girl."
Silas picked up his phone and tapped through it with practiced efficiency.
"Don't worry. I've already thought this through."
"The one in critical condition has to be Gay. The minor injuries are probably Lily. All we have to do is make sure Gay's treatment fails. Once she's out of the picture, Lily actually becomes our little cash cow."