Chapter 2

At the rehabilitation clinic, Dr. Ryan Evans was preparing my treatment. He injected a stem-cell solution into my legs before hook me up to the therapy machine.

During my final mission, my leg muscles and nerves were severely damaged, leaving them completely numb.

Top specialists had designed this regimen for me. I needed a weekly stem-cell injection to repair the tissue, followed by machine therapy to wake up my dormant nerves.

While I was on the table, Tiffany suddenly barged into the room.

She pointed at the expensive-looking machines and demanded, "How often does he need this? How much does it cost?"

Dr. Evans, unsure of who she was, answered cautiously, "The medicine and therapy cost about two thousand dollars per session. He needs it at least once a week."

Tiffany gasped. "Two thousand a week? That's eight grand a month! Nearly a hundred thousand a year! Who could afford that? His legs are already useless. Why waste money on a lost cause?"

My mom quickly stepped in to explain. "Logan was injured while serving in the military. The VA covers 100% of his medical expenses. It doesn't cost us a dime."

Tiffany’s eyes lit up, and she sneered. "Wasting government resources is even worse! Besides, someone has to drive him here every week. Gas and time aren't free. If I marry into your family, I’m here to live comfortably, not to be a glorified nurse for a cripple."

She turned her greedy eyes back to us. "Why don't you just ask the VA to cash out his medical coverage instead? That’s at least twenty grand a month. If you give me that cash, maybe I’ll consider dating him again."

I almost laughed at her sheer stupidity.

How brainless did someone have to be to think you could "cash out" military health insurance?

Dr. Evans couldn't take it anymore. He stood up and confronted her. "Wasting resources? This man sacrificed his health for our country. He earned every bit of this care. And he still has a chance at recovery."

Tiffany immediately redirected her venom at the doctor. "Oh, please! You’re just running a scam. You want him to keep coming so you can keep billing the government. What's your name? Dr. Evans? I'm going to report you to the board!"

Dr. Evans turned red with rage. "You are completely delusional."

I stared at Tiffany, my hands clenching into fists.

If my legs worked, I would have thrown her out of the window myself.

Feeling the intensity of my glare, Tiffany took a step back. But remembering I was wheelchair-bound, she found her courage again. "What are you looking at? I'm right! You are done with these treatments. You’re throwing away *my* money!"

"Dr. Evans, call security," I said, my voice dangerously low. Then I glared at her. "Get out of my sight before they drag you out."