"No need." He shook his head. "Tomorrow, let's go to the hospital and schedule the procedure. The earlier it's done, the less strain it puts on your body."
We each held our ground, but in the end, I was the one who "gave in."
"Darrell, I'll stay by your side through treatment. Once you're better, we can have another baby."
The words nearly made me gag. Darrell must have underestimated the depth of my devotion, because when I said it, he froze for a split second.
Then he pulled me into his arms again. "About my illness, I actually did some asking around. A fellow patient gave me a holistic treatment formula. It's just... a little expensive."
"Expensive doesn't matter. As long as it works, don't worry about the cost."
I jumped in before he could finish. He was obviously leading somewhere with this, and I needed to see exactly what game he was playing.
Darrell looked moved again. "Each dose costs a hundred thousand dollars. Three doses total."
There it was. Darrell's scheme, laid bare. He was trying to bleed me dry.
If that was his plan, I'd play along for now.
"Buy it. If there's even a sliver of hope, we have to try."