As soon as the doctor saw me, he looked worried. “Lambert, we can’t wait any longer with your mom. You need to make a decision. We have to start treatment as soon as possible.”
He went on, “Like I said before, this is an acute situation. If we act fast, she has a real shot at getting better.”
I nodded, trying not to panic. “Thank you. I’ll figure something out. Can you please start arranging the treatment now?”
I knew too well how waiting could make a patient restless. It wasn’t just the illness, it was the helplessness, the way hope started to disappear.
The doctor let out a frustrated sigh. “I want to help, but you still haven’t come up with the money. We have rules here, and I have to answer to my bosses…”
I reached out, grabbing his hand before I could stop myself. “Please, just do it. I swear, I’ll have the money by noon tomorrow. Please trust me, I won’t let you down.”
I meant every word. There was no way I’d let Darleen lose her chance, even if it cost me everything I had, even if it meant giving up my own life.
He looked at me for what felt like forever, then finally nodded. “Just hurry. Don’t waste any more time.”
I barely got out of the office before my phone started buzzing. Claire’s name flashed on the screen. I took a second to pull myself together before answering.
“What’s up?”
Her voice was sharp. “What’s up? Where are you right now?”
“I had to run an errand.”
“An errand? You do realize you’re supposed to be at work, right? Get back here. Now.”
She didn’t even wait for my answer. “I want to see you in ten minutes.” Then she hung up.
I had no choice but to rush back to the office.
She was already waiting outside, arms crossed, face stormy.
“You left work without permission. That’s a hundred docked from your pay.”
Without another word, she shoved a folder at me. “We’re going to The Ascot Club. I need to sign a contract.”



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