My Husband Chose His Brother Over My Dying Father
Language: en
“Six thousand.” I stood in the living room, gripping my father’s hospital admission form. Aaron sat on the sofa, not even looking up. “Your dad’s surgery? Just wait a bit longer.” “Wait for what?” “Mark is twelve thousand short on his renovation payment, due by the end of the month. Have your dad try conservative treatment first, then in a couple of months, we can—” “A couple of months?” I stared at him. “The doctor said we can’t delay it anymore.” He finally looked up at me. “Mina, Mark is my brother.” I opened my mouth, but the next words he spoke made the admission form drop from my…