"It's 26 dollars," said the wife.
Bradley had an excellent memory. He had seen the menu and knew the dishes she had served amounted to 30 dollars.
"Isn't it 30 dollars?"
"The beer is on the house for you."
"No need."
Bradley paid the original price.
Just a few steps away, his stomach started feeling uncomfortable. Suddenly, everything went black, and he collapsed.
The stall owners abandoned their cooking and rushed to him. One called 911, while the other supported Bradley.
Soon, an ambulance took Bradley to the hospital. After an examination, the doctor learned that Bradley had a bad stomach, aggravated by beer and stimulating food tonight.
Even though Bradley had his phone, it couldn't be unlocked, so the stall owners had to pay for his medical expenses.
Only after the doctor took over Bradley's care did the stall owners leave the hospital.
Bradley woke up in the hospital amidst the scent of disinfectant. He opened his eyes, looking at the bright light above. The events just before he had lost consciousness replayed in his mind.
"Are you awake?" the nurse asked. "Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
Bradley pulled out the IV needle from his arm and got out of bed.
"Sir, your condition is serious. You need—"
Bradley turned and asked the nurse sharply, "Where do I pay?"
"The owners of the barbecue stall who brought you here already took care of your medical bill."
Bradley was taken aback. The fact that the couple, running a late-night barbecue stall, could make so little yet helped pay his medical bills—this kindness from strangers made him feel both warmed and scared.
Bradley then called his assistant. "Dylan, it's me. I'm at the hospital. Come and pick me up."
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The readers' comments on the novel: My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley)
don't read at all. horrible story, makes me sick....