My Wife's Lover Stole My Mother's Surgery Cash, So I Stole Back My Dignity

My mother was lying in a hospital bed with a brain hemorrhage, waiting on emergency surgery, and the half a million dollars my wife's little assistant brought over to save her life turned out to be a stack of worthless arcade tokens.

I called Alberta Pruitt like a man losing his mind, begging her to cover the surgery.

The one who answered was that assistant of hers, Wilfred Delgado.

His voice was all innocence.

"Mr. James, you must be mistaken. What I handed you was five hundred thousand in cash. How could it possibly turn into arcade tokens?"