Pampered by Billionaires after Being Betrayed novel Chapter 5

Emily slammed the phone down, her screen almost shattered by her furious press.

Emily was trembling with anger. That was her cousin, whom she treated like family, acting like a devil!

"Miss, Miss?" The nurse on the other end kept urging, "Is your father going to have the surgery or not..."

Beep beep beep... A message came in.

"Have you decided? ——Satan"

Emily's hand pressed on a pocket, where there lay a bank card.

Without hesitation, she took out the card and handed it to the nurse, "Where do I pay?"

The nurse led her to pay the fee and complete the procedures. The door of the operating room closed again, the bright red "In Surgery" sign glaring.

She withdrew three hundred thousand from Satan's card.

Emily sighed bitterly. She had finally sold herself for a price.

"I agree with you."

When these words were sent out, she felt lost.

Soon, Satan replied.

"Okay, tonight, same place, Hilton Hotel, Room 2307, nine o'clock, I'll be waiting for you."

Emily put her phone away, not wanting to look at that text message anymore.

The surgery took a long time, and Emily stayed at the door, not daring to leave for a moment.

At nine o'clock in the morning , Nathan's call came in, "I'm already at the designated location, why haven't you come?"

She sneered, "I can't go."

"Do you want to back out?"

"No, there has never been a moment when I wanted to divorce you so badly."

"Then hurry up! I have limited time, I don't want to waste it with you!"

Emily said coldly, "I'm just like you, I don't want to waste another minute on you. My dad is in surgery. I'll contact you when his condition stabilizes."

"Emily, what tricks are you playing again? Or do you want more money?"

"No need, you can use your money to keep your disgusting mistress!"

After saying this, Emily directly turned off her phone.

Her world quieted down. She sat in a chair by the operating room door, praying to God.

Her father's surgery lasted until seven o'clock in the evening.

As the operating room doors opened, she saw the doctor's relieved smile, "Congratulations, your father's surgery was very successful."

Emily's body suddenly lost strength, and she sat down on a nearby chair.

"Thank you, doctor, thank you..."

Her father was pushed back to the general ward, still connected to many instruments, needing someone to take care of him.

His phone was placed beside him, still an old model. The numbers on the keypad were already worn out, but her father was reluctant to throw it away.

Buying a new phone would cost money, and he would rather save the money for Emily.

Fortunately, his condition was stable overnight.

Early the next morning, her father opened his eyes and saw her face. He sighed, "Emily, I'm sorry to your mother!"

"Dad..."