Berkeley was one of the poorest neighborhoods in Los Angeles.
How poor was it? Up to 40% of the neighborhood was homeless.
As far as the eye could see, there were only homeless people.
Boale and his family lived in this neighborhood.
Dirty and messy were no words to describe how poor the neighborhood was.
Even the cashiers at the Golden Arches had bulletproof glass.
Any restaurant was only open from ten in the morning to four in the afternoon.
After four in the afternoon, one would definitely be robbed.
Boale returned home. His wife's voice came immediately.
"Vuitton, where did you go last night?" His wife's tone carried a hint of questioning.
"Out drinking with friends," Boale replied tiredly.
"You know we need money now, right? You know Claire needs medical bills, right? You know we haven't paid our rent, utilities, and phone bills this month, right? You're still in the mood to drink? "
His wife's tone grew angrier. "Why can't you find a proper job?"
"You think I don't want to? But who would want a guy who's been in prison? "Boale let out a deafening roar of his own.
"Then why are you in prison?"
The couple had already started their daily quarrel.
At this moment, a timid voice interrupted the couple.
A little girl, holding a dirty doll in her arms, stood by the bedroom door. "Cough … Daddy, Mommy, did you fight again?"
The couple immediately stopped fighting.
"No, Mommy and Daddy are just acting."
"Then can you stop acting? Claire doesn't like it."
Boale glared at his wife and then looked at his daughter as gently as possible. "Of course, no problem."
Claire's complexion was very bad. She was born with no immune system. She was also known as a glass person.
Boale and his wife couldn't afford to create a completely isolated environment for her.
So she had to take antibiotics constantly.
But as she took more and more, the effect of the antibiotics was greatly reduced.
Both her body and the bacteria in her began to develop resistance.
This led to frequent infections in the past two years. The slightest symptom was a high fever.
More serious was a physiological imbalance. Her bodily functions became seriously abnormal, and she even temporarily lost her function.
The only way to completely solve Claire's disease was to change her system.
That was to transplant someone else's bone marrow to create an immune system in her own body.
Beauregard's marrow was a match for Claire's.
However, a bone marrow transplant would cost 200,000 US dollars.
That was something Boale could never afford.
Clare was five years old, and when she was a year old Beauregard had been in prison.
It was because she was desperate to raise money for Claire's surgery.
The result was predictable. Not only did he not get the money, but he also went to jail.
"Daddy, I want you to sleep with me."
"Alright." Boale had a ferocious look on his face, but when it came to his daughter, he didn't seem to mind at all.
It was as if he had changed his face, never showing even a trace of viciousness.
Lying on the bed with Claire in his arms, Claire whispered, "Daddy, I feel a little uncomfortable."
Boarai's heart skipped a beat as he had a bad feeling. "Are you feeling unwell?"
"I feel like I can't breathe."
Boale sat up abruptly. "When did it start?"
"It started last night."
Clare scratched her neck. There were many slight scratches on her neck.
"Every time I do this a few times, it seems to be better."
Claire opened her mouth wide and started inhaling and exhaling …
But this time, Claire didn't seem to be getting better.
Boale quickly informed his wife and dialed the emergency number.
The couple had no time to bicker.
They followed the ambulance to the hospital.
Claire was sent to the emergency room, and the couple anxiously waited for the result outside.
Not long after, a doctor walked out of the emergency room, took off his mask, and looked at the couple in front of him.
"Are you the patient's parents?"
"Yes. How is Claire?"
"Do you know the patient's exact condition?"
The couple became more and more uneasy. Boale asked, "What's wrong with Claire?"
"The bacterial infection caused a chain reaction that caused her respiratory tract to become inflamed."
"But she only took antibiotics three days ago."
"According to our blood test, the antibiotics are completely ineffective. That means she'll be infected as soon as she leaves the isolation room," the doctor said. "I suggest you arrange an operation for her immediately. Even if she's in the isolation room, it doesn't mean she's completely safe."
Boale slumped into a chair, his eyes filled with despair.
His wife covered her face and sobbed softly.
Just then, Boale's phone rang.
Boale didn't answer, but it rang again.
Boale glanced at the caller ID and walked to an empty corner.
"Boss."
"Are you busy, Boale?"
"Boss … I want to borrow money from you."
"How much?"
"Two hundred thousand dollars. I promise I'll pay you back, no matter the interest."
"Boale, are you short of money?"
"My daughter needs an operation, but I can't afford it right now. But I promise I have a way to get the money," Boale promised.
"Boale, borrowing money is out of the question."
Boale's face turned ugly. He had expected this outcome.
After all, he didn't have a stable job.
The man was his boss, not his father. How could he lend him money?
It would be a waste of money.
"But …" The man on the other end said, "I have a job. Are you willing to take it? If you do, the money for your daughter's operation should be no problem. "
"What job? I'll take it. "
"Jail."
"What? Take the blame? "
"Yes and no."
"I don't understand …"
"I'll give you an address. Go there and wait. Someone will contact you."
"Sure." Boale didn't have time to think. He hurried to the address.
It was an empty beach. There wasn't a single person. Rocks and rotten wood were everywhere.
Boale waited there with a heavy heart.
However, no one came even when the sky turned dark.
Just when he thought that the person had stood him up, a figure appeared in the distance.
Boale immediately charged toward the figure.
When he got closer, he realized that it was an Asian.
Boale asked hesitantly, "Are you the person our boss mentioned?"
Chen Zhao smiled at Boale. "You need money?"
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