Even if you came here just for that 100,000 dollars, if we win this bet, we could triple it or more. I could give you even more then, okay?"
I fought to keep my rage under control and steadied my shaking body.
"Sophie, does this bet really matter that much? Mom's in the emergency room right now. We might not even get to say goodbye if we're too late," I said.
Sophie rolled her eyes, but Connor suddenly yelled, "Sophie, look, another goal!"
Sophie's attention was pulled back to the game.
Then she shouted at me, "You have three seconds to get out of my sight, or we're getting a divorce!"
After that, she and Connor resumed cheering for their team.
It had been over an hour since I left the hospital. I anxiously wondered how Julia's surgery was going.
Anger and anxiety overwhelmed me, and I blacked out, collapsing to the floor.
Sophie just looked down at me, not lifting a finger to help.
Thinking of Julia's critical condition, I gasped out, "Sophie, the hospital needs to be paid. Even if Mom gets through surgery, we need more money for her treatment.
Can we put our issues aside? Mom's life is on the line."