My parents were taken away by gangsters, who demanded one million dollars. They threatened to kill them immediately if I reported to the police. When I went to the bank to withdraw the money, I found that my account balance was down to single digits. The only person who knew the PIN to the card, besides me, was my husband, Lucas. I called him, but it wasn’t Lucas who answered. It was his first love, the one he could never forget. “Lucas is busy showing me houses right now. He’ll call you back later.” I called again, but this time, Lucas’ phone was switched off. That day, because I couldn’t pay the ransom in time, I lost my parents. And Lucas lost the only hope he had for a cure, an experimental drug that could save him from cancer. ***** “Ms. Rogers, if you don’t want anything to happen to your parents, we expect you to deliver the one million dollars to the location we specify by 6 PM today. “That’s all we’re asking for. Surely, the life of your parents isn’t worth more than that, right? “Don’t try anything funny. If you report this to the police, we can’t guarantee your parents’ safety,” The gangsters said. I watched the video sent by the gangsters. My elderly parents were bound tightly and thrown in a corner their lives uncertain. My eyes were red, as though blood was about to seep out. No wonder I hadn’t been able to reach them these past few days. I had assumed they were busy with their research, since they were so close to completing their work on the experimental drug. I never expected that they had been taken by gangsters. I wiped away my tears, my voice trembling as I spoke into the phone, “I’ll get the money to you. Please don’t hurt my parents.” On the other end, a chilling laugh echoed before the call was cut off. “Let’s see if you can prove your sincerity, Ms. Rogers.” As I rushed to the bank with the card to get the money, the teller handed it back to me with a look of regret. “I’m sorry, Miss, but there are insufficient funds on this card.” “How is that possible? There should be more than one million dollars in my account! Please, I’m really in a hurry. I need this money.” The teller hesitated but then checked again. She reluctantly told me that the balance on the card was only about seven dollars. I suddenly realized that besides me, the only other person who knew the PIN was Lucas. So, I immediately called him. It took a while for the phone to connect, but before I could say anything, a frustrated woman’s voice came through the speaker. “Lucas is busy with me showing houses. He’ll call you back when he can. Goodbye.” And then the line went dead with a beep. I was going crazy. I didn’t have time to think about who this woman was. I quickly called again, but this time, his phone was switched off completely. No matter how many times I tried, the same dead tone greeted me.
I collapsed onto the ground, my fingernails digging into my palms in a desperate attempt to calm myself down. During this time, I finally remembered who the woman on the phone had been. Her name was Mandy, Lucas’ college classmate and the one he had never stopped thinking about. A while ago, Mandy had divorced her husband and moved with her child to our city, where she and Lucas had reconnected. Lucas, feeling sorry for Mandy as a single mother, had been helping her both emotionally and financially. He had even offered to help cover the cost of a house she had her eye on in a nearby neighborhood. But since our savings also included the money that I had saved for a future home, I refused to let Lucas give her any money. Now, reflecting on the fact that Lucas had accompanied Mandy to see the house, I could almost confirm that it was Lucas who had taken the money from our account. With this realization, I scrambled to my feet and rushed out the door, hailing a taxi to take me to the real estate office where Lucas had mentioned Mandy had found a place. During the ride, I prayed that I could get the money back, not only because it was critical to saving my parents but also because my parents had made groundbreaking progress in the research of a cancer cure. Once this drug was ready, it could save millions of people, including Lucas. Yes, Lucas had been suffering from chronic stomach pain for a long time. At first, he didn’t pay much attention to it, but when I secretly went to get his medical check-up report, I found out that he was already in the late stages of stomach cancer. Fearing that telling him would make his condition worse, I had kept it from him, hoping that the miracle drug my parents were working on could save him. When I arrived at the real estate office, I spotted Lucas and Mandy standing close together, chatting intimately. As soon as he heard me call his name, Lucas turned around. After a brief moment of eye contact, impatience flickered in his eyes. “I told you, I’m busy. Can’t you understand?” I didn’t have time to argue with him about his attitude; I rushed over to demand the money. “Lucas, give me back the money on the card. It’s urgent!” Lucas pulled his hand away from mine and looked at me with disgust. “I’ve already used it. I just paid for the house.” I was so furious I almost shouted, “Then, return the house and give me my money back!” At that moment, Mandy walked over and stood in front of Lucas, giving me a disapproving look. “Ms. Rogers, Lucas is only trying to help us. He’s a kind man. Don’t make it harder for him.” Seeing Mandy’s defense of him, Lucas grew even more annoyed. “The money’s been spent. It can’t be refunded. Mandy and her son have it tough, too. Can’t you show a little empathy and stop causing a scene?”
I watched the time slip away, my heart growing more anxious by the second. I looked at Lucas with pleading eyes and said, “Please, I’m desperate. I really need this money. If we don’t hurry, my parents… they’ll be dead.” Lucas chuckled bitterly, clearly angry, “Enough, Nicole. To get the money back, you’re even willing to curse your parents? You’ve lost your mind.” Mandy, who had been quiet until then, spoke up, “Ms. Rogers, I know you’re reluctant to part with the money, but don’t worry. I’ll find a way to pay you back soon. Just stop saying things like that. Your parents will be heartbroken if they hear you.” “It’s true,” I said, my voice trembling as I broke down in tears. “My parents were taken away. The gangsters want a million dollars for their release. If I don’t pay, they’ll…” My sobs choked me, and I could barely finish the sentence. Lucas froze, his expression shifting. Doubt flashed in his eyes as if he was questioning the truth of what I’d said. Seeing that he seemed to be listening, Mandy grew more impatient. She tugged at his sleeve and said, “You’re not actually believing this, are you? Gangsters? What is this, some kind of movie?” Lucas snapped out of it and shot me a look full of contempt. Desperate, I grabbed his arm. “I’m not lying. Please, believe me, just this once. Please. I’ll never get involved in your life again, never bother you or Mandy after this. Just help me save my parents. “Even if you have to divorce me and be with her, it doesn’t matter.” Hearing that, Lucas immediately yanked his arm away from me, a mocking smirk on his face. He sneered, “In the end, it’s still about how much I’ve done for Mandy. You’re just looking for a poor excuse to take the money back. Well, it’s already been paid, and I’m not giving it back. You can forget about it. “As for your parents being taken away, what does that have to do with me? Go to the police.” Without another word, he turned and wrapped his arm around Mandy, preparing to leave. I cried out after him, “Don’t you know you have cancer? Only my parents can save you!” He scoffed and continued walking, not even bothering to look back. I dragged my exhausted body to the sales office, clinging to the last bit of hope. I found the person in charge and explained that Lucas had used our joint assets to buy a house for another woman. I demanded the money be returned. The person behind the desk looked at me helplessly and shrugged. “Miss, this is a tricky situation. The money has already been paid, and the deed is in that young lady’s name. If you need help, you’ll have to go to the police.” On my way to the police station, one of the gangsters called again. This time, his tone was growing more impatient. “Ms. Rogers, there’s less than three hours left. Our patience is running out. I hope you’ll deliver the money soon.” I hurriedly sobbed into the phone, “I’m almost there! Just give me a little more time, please!” “We’ve seen you’re heading to the police station. Looks like you don’t want your parents to live,” the gangster snapped. I hurriedly tried to explain, “No, it’s not like that. My husband took all the money, and I was going to the police to get it back. I never intended to…” Before I could finish, the call abruptly ended. I tried calling back, but no one answered. Now, all I could do was hope that the gangsters had listened to me, that they believed I was only going to the police to raise the money. After hearing my story, the police quickly contacted Lucas and Mandy, demanding that they return the money. I guess they never expected I would go straight to the police like this, but under pressure, Lucas reluctantly returned the money. Even as he handed it over, he spat out a cruel threat, saying I should go home and prepare for a divorce. I ignored him, swiftly took the money, and ran to the location the gangsters had given me. When I arrived at the abandoned factory on the outskirts, I glanced at my phone, my heart sinking as I saw it was already 6:10 p.m. And the gangster’s number was no longer reachable. Clinging to the last shred of hope, I stepped into the factory and knocked on the heavy iron door. The dust that rose from the floor made me cough violently. I peered inside urgently and saw the emptiness that made my heart drop further. I scanned the room, and then I saw two familiar figures in the corner. “Dad! Mom!” I cried out, rushing over in desperation, trying to wake them. But the gangsters, after all, were ruthless. They had no mercy. They hadn’t received the money in time, and they had already gone to work on my parents. My father and mother had deep cuts on their necks, blood pouring from them. My mother was already gone. My father, seeing me, mustered the last of his strength and managed to force a weak smile before collapsing completely into the pool of blood. At that moment, my heart died with them. I numbly knelt in front of them, trying to use my hands to stop the bleeding, but it was hopeless. In the end, I broke down, clutching them, unable to control my tears. At that moment, I no longer cared about anything. I grabbed my phone and dialed the police. After the police arrived and gathered the information, they tried to comfort me, while asking for more details about the gangsters. In the days that followed, I moved back and forth between my house and the police station, desperate to help catch the people who had harmed my parents. Once the police had gathered all the clues, they told me to return home and wait for updates. I began making arrangements for my parents’ funeral. During this time, Lucas never returned home, and I didn’t try to contact him, either. It wasn’t until the day of the funeral that Lucas finally came back. When he saw the house full of mourning attire, he frowned and asked, “What’s going on? Why all this gloom? It’s so… forget it, let’s not talk about that. Do you still have any money? Mandy’s forgiven you for the scene you caused the other day because of me, but she’s looking to buy another place. “This time, to make up for it, you’re going to have to contribute a little. It’ll show you have some sincerity.”
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