I Married a Millionaire So I Could Afford My Son’s Surgery

caregiver,” Arthur replied. “She’s been here for a month.”

“Hm.” Her gaze moved over me slowly, like a cat studying something it might eventually attack. “How nice.”

A few weeks later, the hospital called while I was reading to Eleanor. I excused myself and stepped into the hallway.

My hands were already trembling before I answered.

“Ma’am, we need Noah continue reading …