I couldn't lie.
"To get money," I said, squeezing the words out.
His eyes darkened.
"My mother's in the ICU. The salary here is 30% higher than anywhere else. I came for money."
"Then why didn't you crawl into my bed sooner?" His thumb pressed into the soft hollow under my jaw.
"Because I wasn't sure if you had only been sleeping with me every night," I said, tears slipping down my face. "By the time I figured it out—"
"You'd already become my cure," he cut in.
He let go. "Your mother. What's wrong with her?"
"Heart and lung failure."
"Which hospital?"
"Green Hospital," I said.
"Green Hospital. Transfer her to the top-floor VIP ward. Send her full medical records to my email before sunrise. If she dies under your watch, you can take her place in that ward."
He hung up.
I sank
