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’

A few weeks later, the hospital called while I was reading to Eleanor.

I stepped into the hallway, already shaking before I answered.

“We need Noah back in this afternoon for updated scans and testing,” the nurse said.

“Yes,” I whispered. “We’ll be there.”

When I hung up, I pressed my forehead against the cool wallpaper and tried not to fall apart.

Then I turned and saw Arthur at the end of the hall in his robe, leaning heavily on his cane.

“Who keeps calling you that makes your hands shake?” he asked quietly.

For some reason, maybe because I was too tired to lie, I told him.

“The hospital. My son needs heart surgery. Urgently.”

Arthur watched me for a long moment.