1 million, he remembered it clearly, he even thought there was something wrong with his ears.
He repeatedly counted on his fingers outside the door, both hands lifted up, but the concept of 1 million still seemed somewhat empty.
"This is premeditated murder... no... absolutely not..."
The father's face had a trace of sorrow, seeming that the 1 million could not move his heart.
"Dr. Lewis, just give me a nod, and I can pay you 500,000 upfront. You must know, this is the last time I'm seeking you. If you miss this opportunity, you fear that in this life you won't find such a good opportunity again, and you can only watch helplessly as your mother-in-law passes away sick, watch your wife heartbroken, watch your children work several times harder than normal people. Do you truly not regret it?"
The father clenched his fists, his somewhat frail cheeks taut, showing that he was actually very conflicted inside, not as resolute as he spoke.
