Showdown, I'm not trash, I'm rich
Language: en
My wife, Isabella Hayes, knelt on the floor, her face pale, tears streaming down. She was begging me to save Julian Thorne, the love of her life. Her voice trembled, “Liam! Please! Save Julian! Just this once! I’ll wait on you hand and foot after this! I’ll even wash your socks!” Five years. I had a terrible reputation in the Hayes family. All because five years ago, Julian was severely injured while saving her and became a vegetable. Now, the chip in his life support machine was about to fail. The only replacement in existence was in my brother, Ryan Stone’s, hands. I looked at…