2026-03-04
The Liar's Game
"Nancy, this is the IOU from your husband, Carson Leonard. Eight million—it needs to be repaid as soon as possible." I gripped that IOU, my fingertips turning icy cold. "Your son, Earl Leonard, must begin chemotherapy immediately. The conservative estimate for the cost is two million." Leukemia. Debt. Desperation. I contacted my former agent, Chris: "Any role will do, as long as it pays." After filming the rain scene all night, I headed straight to the hospital. Passing by the blood donation center, I suddenly stopped in my tracks. "400 milliliters, and you can get two hundred." Later, I became a regular visitor there. Until that day, I stood outside the ward clutching the hard-earned fifty thousand, and heard the...