Eleven Years All to the Wrong Man novel Chapter 270

Nathan was the last to leave the room. He walked over to Melissa and explained the situation. “Our preliminary diagnosis is acute DIC—Disseminated Intravascular Coagulation. It’s a complication. We’ve administered emergency treatment, but your father’s condition is complex. You need to go take care of some paperwork now.”

“Okay… okay…”

Melissa looked at Nathan helplessly, her eyes filled with panic and fear. “So… Mr. Allen, my father… he’s going to be okay, right?”

Nathan’s expression was grim. “I’m sorry, but I can’t give you an answer right now.”

With that, he turned and hurried toward the ICU.

Melissa moved toward the billing department on pure instinct.

When the screen at the counter lit up, displaying a long string of numbers next to the words “ICU PREPAYMENT,” the thread of composure she had been holding onto finally snapped.

Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars.

Beneath it, in smaller print, was a parenthetical note: (This is an estimated minimum amount based on the patient’s condition and treatment plan. The final bill will be adjusted accordingly).

Just the estimated minimum?

What would the actual amount be?

Melissa stared at the screen in a daze, a cold dread creeping through her limbs.

After she and Evan got together, he had offered her a credit card, but she had been too proud to accept it. She felt that her father's illness had already cost him so much, and she didn’t want him to have to cover all their future expenses as well.

The line had been ringing normally just a few seconds ago. She didn't need to be a genius to know that he had hung up on her.

Evan hanging up on her was nothing new, and normally, Melissa wouldn’t have thought much of it. But today…

As if to prove a point to herself, she called him again. She wondered if he would have done the same thing if Emma were the one calling.

A defiant streak took over, and her fear was replaced by a reckless boldness. This time, the call was rejected even faster, almost as soon as it started ringing.

Melissa stared at her phone screen, a tearful, bitter smile on her face. At the top of the screen was a single, curt message from Evan.

[Evan: In a meeting.]