This was Jude's bank card and I had also deposited our wedding gift money into it. There should have been at least five hundred thousand in there.
I frantically called Jude, but I couldn't get through no matter how many times I tried.
He didn't answer the phone, didn't respond to WhatsApp. I was sweating in panic and even tried calling my mother-in-law, Linda Evans, but still couldn't reach anyone.
"Please, answer the phone!" I couldn't hold back my tears. Every second I delayed, my daughter's life slipped away a little more.
The doctor kept urging me. In desperation, I started calling relatives and friends to borrow money.
My aunt asked in confusion, "Belle is critically ill? You must be a scammer. I saw Jude's post on WhatsApp, he and his family are on a trip."
My aunt sent me a screenshot and in the photo were not only Jude and Linda but also his high school sweetheart, Margerie Beckham.
I felt like I had fallen into an ice pit. Belle had been in poor health since she was a child and I had to quit my job to take care of her.
Jude often worked overtime and traveled for business, earning money to support the family.