They took me off the plane to give my seat to a millionaire… without knowing I was the only person who could save his life.
The Walsh family had been begging me to operate on Ethan for three months.
I had rejected the intervention five times.
Until that morning.
They had transferred three million dollars as an advance and, finally, I agreed to fly to New York to personally perform the surgery.
But now they had just kicked me off the plane to give my seat… to the same man whose life depended on me.
I went straight to the counter.
—I want to cancel the ticket.
The employee checked the screen.
—Since you decided not to fly for personal reasons, we can only refund the airport taxes.
I looked at her in disbelief.
—Personal reasons? Your company took me off the plane for overbooking.
—According to the report, you disturbed the order in the cabin.
Before I could respond, I heard heels behind me.
She was the cabin manager.
He was recording me with his phone.
“Look who’s still here,” he said out loud. The passenger who wanted to extort money from the airline.
Several people began to approach.
She smiled.
“Two hundred dollars didn’t seem like enough to you?” Maybe if I put this on the internet someone will take pity on you.
I felt their gazes boring into me.
—Someday you’re going to regret this.
She laughed.
—Repent? For you?
Then he made a sign.
The guards returned.
They grabbed me by the arms and began to drag me towards the exit.
My suitcase fell to the ground.
It opened.
Several special vials rolled on the floor.
—Don’t touch them! —I shouted.
Too late.
The cabin manager raised her shoe…
and crushed one of them.
Then another.
And another.
The white powder was scattered under her heel.
My blood ran cold.
That medicine could not be bought in any pharmacy.
I had prepared it myself for Ethan Walsh.
It was necessary to keep his immune system stable during the hours after the operation.
Without him…
