Chapter 3

The keys hit the table next to the wooden boxes with a sharp, metallic clatter.

"According to the price list, emergency sick care is 60,000 dollars an hour," I said.

Sophia's eyes were brimming with disappointment.

"You've really changed," she said.

My phone chimed with a notification.

Charles scanned the code and paid again.

60,000 dollars.

He looked up at me, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips.

"Michael, is that enough for you now?" he said.

Sophia didn't notice.

She was completely focused on supporting him as they left.

Just before the elevator doors closed, Charles leaned against her…