But watching Emily struggle to breathe gave her courage she never knew she possessed.
The next morning, Richard was surrounded by lawyers, already discussing inheritance plans and future arrangements no parent should ever have to consider.
Grace stepped forward, breaking every rule she knew.
“Sir,” she said softly. “I know someone. He saved my brother when no one else would. He doesn’t promise miracles—but he saves lives.”
Richard exploded.
“Get out!” he shouted. “Do not compare my daughter to some backwoods healer or fraud!”
Grace fled in tears.
Three days later, Emily collapsed again—her breathing erratic, her heartbeat slowing. The doctors panicked. Richard screamed at them as reality opened beneath his feet.
“There has to be something,” he whispered.
And then he remembered Grace’s eyes—terrified, but honest.
“Grace…” His voice cracked. “Is that doctor still alive?”
She nodded.
“He hates wealthy men,” she warned. “They destroyed his career.”
Richard clenched his fists. For the first time in his life, money was a curse.
“Please,” he said. “Help me save my daughter.”
That word—please—had never passed his lips before.