I Married a Millionaire So I Could Afford My Son’s Surgery – That Night, He Said, ‘Now You Can Finally Learn What You Really Signed For’

“I said stop—”

His hand flew to his chest.

His face went pale, then gray.

He stumbled forward and collapsed onto the carpet.

“Someone call an ambulance!” I screamed, dropping beside him. “Arthur, stay with me. Please.”

His lips moved.

“The Bible,” he whispered. “Eleanor’s Bible. Read it.”

“What?”