The Fallen Princess, The Scholar's Betrayal

My son was gasping for air, his face pale and clammy.

I went to the local pawn shop, clutching the last of my family heirlooms.

I just wanted to get enough money for his medicine.

But Gavin, my husband, snatched the purse right out of my hands.

"The boy is still breathing, isn't he? He doesn't need a doctor," he sneered.

"I have a much more important use for this money. What would a brainless housewife like you understand?"

I begged him, but he walked away without a second glance.

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