His expression froze. Then, just as quickly, it morphed into something more desperate.
"What kind of thing is that to say?! I'm the backbone of this family. If I lose ten years, who's going to take care of you and Nora? I'm thinking about all of us here!"
Rage coiled tight in my chest, but I forced myself to stay calm.
"Then sell the house. Sell the car. Take out loans. Why does it have to be my life? Elijah—" I let the question hang, sharp as a blade. "Are you that eager for me to die early?"
His face went completely dark.
He hadn't expected this. The wife who had always been gentle and compliant, suddenly baring her teeth.
"Cassandra, have you lost your mind?"
"I went through hell to find this master! You're her mother—isn't sacrificing a little for your daughter what you're supposed to do?"
In my previous life, I'd been too desperate. Too easily swayed by his persuasion. I traded ten years of my lifespan and received three million dollars in return.
But when I went to the hospital to pay for Nora's treatment, the money had vanished from my account.
My mind went blank. I called the police immediately.