“Heal me and I’ll give you everything,” the millionaire whispered in despair“Heal me and I’ll give you everything,” the millionaire whispered in despair

“My mom says nobody is too broken for God,” he said simply.

The words struck Miles like comfort wrapped in insult.

Anger flared—quick and hot.

“Your God forgot me,” Miles said. “I’ve paid for the best doctors in the world. I did everything right. And none of it worked.”

Owen didn’t recoil.

He just looked at Miles with a calm, stubborn kindness.

Miles stared back, drained by his own anger, sick of how pity always sounded like a lie.

And then—desperate, bitter, exhausted, and tired of feeling powerless—he said something he never intended to say.

Or maybe something he meant more than he wanted to admit.

The Deal

“Fine,” Miles said, leaning forward a little. “Let’s make a deal.”

Owen blinked.

Miles swallowed, then pushed the words out like a challenge to fate.

“If you can help me—if you can do what all those specialists couldn’t—then I’ll give you half my fortune. I’ll give your family a life you don’t even have words for yet. I’ll put it in writing. I’ll make it real.”

His voice trembled at the end, and he hated that it sounded like hope.

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