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Chapter 9

Author: Pork Belly Fan
A dull thud echoed through the air. It was followed by screams from the ground below.

I walked to the window and looked down. My father hit the first-floor awning like a sack of garbage before rolling onto the lawn.

Blood streamed down his face. He wasn't dead.

A fall from the second floor, cushioned by the grass, wasn't enough to kill him. But his heart—already ninety percent blocked—finally gave out from the impact and the shock.

The ambulance arrived with sirens blaring.

Outside the emer
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    My father's entire body shook violently. Tears streamed from the corners of his eyes.Watching him fall apart filled me with a deep sense of satisfaction.The sister he'd spent his life protecting and trying to please had treated him as nothing more than a stepping stone and a fool to exploit."Travis hired a lawyer and visited Kelsey in jail. He's suing to have the marriage annulled for fraud and demanding she return every penny he spent on the wedding."So much for that honeymoon in Europe. She'll be spending the next few years making prison uniforms instead. Room and board are included."I patted my father's stiff, ice-cold cheek."Dad, are you happy now? The only grandson you were so desperate for is probably one of Kelsey's ex-boyfriend's."My father's eyes widened until they looked ready to burst. His mouth opened as he struggled to reach for me, but all he could do was twitch beneath the blanket."S-Save… Save me..."I stood up and dusted off my hands. "The court has al

  • Stolen Prize Money   Chapter 9

    A dull thud echoed through the air. It was followed by screams from the ground below.I walked to the window and looked down. My father hit the first-floor awning like a sack of garbage before rolling onto the lawn.Blood streamed down his face. He wasn't dead.A fall from the second floor, cushioned by the grass, wasn't enough to kill him. But his heart—already ninety percent blocked—finally gave out from the impact and the shock.The ambulance arrived with sirens blaring.Outside the emergency room, I sat quietly in a plastic chair, the stack of payment receipts still clutched in my hand.A doctor came rushing out, drenched in sweat, holding a critical condition notice."The patient has suffered a massive heart attack along with a burst fracture of the lumbar spine. He needs emergency bypass surgery and spinal reconstruction immediately."A family member needs to sign the consent forms and pay the deposit. The preliminary estimate is half a million dollars."Half a million d

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    "Sigh, what kind of life is this?"My father turned toward the cameras, putting on a pitiful act. "My own daughter is trying to destroy my sister and niece over a little money! Why can't families just take care of each other?"Then he whipped around and glared at me. "Elise, let me tell you something. I've been tired of living for a long time. If you still think of me as your father, you'll drop the charges. If you don't, I'll jump."You can spend the rest of your life carrying the guilt of driving your own father to his death."The crowd erupted instantly. Accusing stares cut into me like knives.An older woman livestreaming the scene shoved her phone toward my face."Everyone, take a good look. This is the ungrateful daughter who drove her own father to suicide. So what if your relatives borrowed a little money? Did you really have to call the police? Parents are never wrong. Get on your knees and apologize to your father before it's too late."Others quickly joined in."She'

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    It didn't take long before Uncle Gordon Sutton showed up at the county hospital with a group of people."Wayne, you ungrateful bastard!" He pointed at my father, who was lying in the hospital bed, and unleashed a torrent of abuse."Your daughter's the one who got Janice and Kelsey arrested, and you're hiding out here instead of doing something about it?""I'm telling you right now. Make Elise drop the charges. Or I'll break your legs."My father shrank back against the bed, trembling. He looked at Uncle Gordon and pleaded through his tears."Please... that $50,000 was supposed to pay for my surgery. Just give it back. I'll return it to Elise, and she'll withdraw the case."Uncle Gordon grabbed my father by the collar. The muscles in his thick face twitched with anger."Give the money back? Dream on! Kelsey already spent it buying gifts for her mother-in-law. The money's gone."If you don't make her drop the charges, when you die, no one from the Whitmores will even attend your

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    "If you don't have bypass surgery immediately, you could suffer a fatal heart attack at any moment!"That European vacation wasn't for me. I got down on my knees and begged the travel company to let me cash out the $80,000 prize because you needed lifesaving heart surgery."Combined with the $50,000 I'd saved, that made $130,000. I was supposed to pay for your surgery first thing tomorrow morning!"I worked a full-time job during the day and took side jobs every night. I nearly worked myself to death to save that money!"And what did you do? You traded your own chance to live just so your niece could pretend to be some rich socialite!"The mediation room fell deathly silent.My father stared at the payment estimate in my hand, his eyes wide as if he'd seen a ghost. "Y-You... what did you just say? You turned that trip into money for my surgery?"I let out a cold laugh. "What else did you think? You really thought someone working three jobs a day and barely able to afford a decen

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    I calmly pulled a stack of documents from my bag and laid them on the table."Officer, these are my annual physical examinations and psychological evaluations. They prove that I don't have any mental health issues."And there's more."I took out my phone and opened the security camera app."I installed high-definition cameras throughout the house in case my father ever had a sudden heart attack. Everything that happened tonight, from eight o'clock until now, was recorded."I tapped "play", and the footage began playing, crystal clear."There he is. Wayne Whitmore, going through my phone like a thief before transferring $50,000 out of my bank account without my permission."The video showed my father slapping me across the face.Instead of treating my injury afterward, he snuck into my room, took a small notebook, and handed it to Aunt Janice downstairs. Then he pulled out his own phone and used the banking information he'd found to transfer the money out of my account.The evi

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