They Thought I Had a “Little Medical Job”—Until My Name on the Hospital Wing Came Up at Dinner

from a great height. Two and a half million. I watched the words register on my parents’ faces—first incomprehension, then disbelief, then something that might have been shock or shame or both.

“Two and a half… million?” Jonathan repeated, his voice strangled. “That’s impossible. Where would Sophia get two and a half million dollars?”

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