“The money doesn’t matter.”
Then the doctor asked a question that made my blood run cold.
“And what if your wife doesn’t survive it?”
Robert remained silent for a long moment.
“Then I’ll take full responsibility.”
I leaned against the wall.
What did he mean, if she doesn’t survive it? What kind of procedure was he planning to have performed on me?
Had my husband finally grown tired of taking care of me? Did he want to get rid of me so he could spend his remaining years without any responsibilities?
Then I heard his next words.
“Just please, when you bring her in, don’t tell her that I arranged everything.”
I couldn’t take it anymore. I pushed open the door.
“ROBERT!”
My husband jumped out of his chair.
“Margaret…”
“Are you trying to get rid of me? Is that why you paid all that money?”
