Left for Dead Came Back for Everything novel Chapter 111

Gwen's voice exploded through the phone speaker once again.

"Sending Miles money?! Who the hell gives money to a gambling addict! What kind of absolute psycho does that!"

"Miles said he was done gambling and Zander just believed him? If you could trust a word out of a gambler's mouth, there wouldn't be a four hundred and seventy thousand dollar loan shark debt!"

"Ten grand! He threw ten grand right into a fire pit! That's barely enough for Miles to play two hands of poker! He's not helping with cash flow, he's basically delivering takeout to the casino!"

Eliza leaned against the wall at the corner of the hallway, closing her eyes as she listened to Gwen's rant.

"You haven't even seen the worst part," Eliza said, her voice dripping with exhaustion. "After he sent that message, he followed up with another one saying, 'I just wanted to help shoulder some of the burden. You can't carry it all alone.'"

"'I'm here for everything.'"

"Let me translate that for you—he's waiting for me to praise him."

Gwen's voice abruptly cut off.

There was a second and a half of dead silence.

Then she let out a shriek that practically blew the roof off.

"He's actually waiting for a gold star?!"

"Does he think he's a kindergartener who handed a lost eraser to the teacher and wants a sticker?"

"Eliza, tell me the truth! Did he accidentally leave his brain in the delivery room when he was born?"

Eliza's lips twitched in an expression that hovered somewhere between a bitter smile and a cold scoff.

"It's so ridiculous I actually laughed. What do you think Miles is going to do with that ten grand?"

"Is it even a question?" Gwen scoffed. "He'll be at the casino in five minutes, lose it all in ten, and get kicked to the curb in twenty. Then he'll turn right around and beg you for more cash, all while silently cursing Zander a thousand times over for being a cheap bastard who only gave him ten grand."

"Yeah," Eliza replied faintly. "So right now, Miles is probably thinking: Since there's a sucker handing out free cash, I'll just cry poverty a few more times. Ask for ten grand first, then twenty, and once I get twenty, I'll ask for fifty."

"And Zander actually thinks he's doing a good deed."

The group chat was created in a second.

Gwen cleared her throat and immediately unleashed hell in the chat.

"Zander! Are you out of your mind! Who told you to send money to Miles! The hole he dug isn't big enough for you, so you grabbed a shovel to help?"

"You actually believed Miles when he casually said 'I'm done gambling'? So I guess you also believed Yvonne when she said 'I didn't mean to hurt Eliza'!—Oh wait, you actually did!"

"People like you deserve to get scammed for the rest of your life! A brain is a wonderful thing, you should really go to the hospital and check if you even have one!"

"Stop playing the savior! If you really want to do the world a favor, tossing yourself into a recycling bin would be the best start!"

"Get the hell out! And stop messaging Eliza!"

After firing that off, Gwen followed up with one last text—

"A friendly reminder from Eliza's best friend: Tomorrow, Miles is going to take that ten grand, lose every single penny, and come crying to Eliza for more. Are you going to take responsibility for that? Can you even afford it? You're a man with a wife and a kid on the way (even if it's not Eliza's), so how about you manage your own messy life first."