Ava’s POV
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“Ava,” His voice was heavy, frustrated, “it’s getting worse. You know this. The longer we delay, the more the bills will pile up. If we don’t pay for the operation now—”
“I said I’ll handle it,” I snapped.
“You always say that!” he hissed. “Must you always be this damn stubborn? This isn’t a movie, Ava. This is real life. Someone’s dying.”
I bit the inside of my cheek, saying nothing. I couldn’t afford to cry. Not now. Not over this. Not again.
“If anything happens, it’s on you. Your pride will ruin everything.”
I laughed bitterly. “As if everything isn’t ruined already. Come on, Fernando. You’ve known me long enough. Don’t pull this guilt trip on me. It doesn’t work anymore.”
I ended the call before he could reply.
My hands instinctively reached for the couple hand
