The Cops Save My Family While I Watch

Sylvia's words shocked the onlookers, and it caused an uproar in the crowd.

"I can't believe how cold-blooded this guy is. If not for that officer, his wife and unborn child would both be dead already. He doesn't want to be bogged down with a debt of gratitude. So, he wants his own wife to walk away with nothing!"

"And it seems he's a lawyer! Who would dare hire a heartless lawyer like him?"

"Exactly. He even hit his wife out of anger. This poor woman sure is unfortunate to have married a man like him."

Before I could speak, Sylvia placed both hands on her knees and slowly knelt down.

She looked up at me with pleading eyes and begged, "Zach, Raven saved my life! What's wrong with giving her and her family some money? Besides, I only want my half of our assets."

As her voice grew louder, her emotions spiraled out of control.

I let out a cold laugh and instructed Harlan, "Listen, go to the hospital and contact Raven's husband. Persuade him and let him know that if he wants to divorce his vegetative wife, I'm confident I can transfer all his debts to her. I'll even represent him for free."

Harlan froze. The onlookers all stared at me, wide-eyed.

Sylvia looked up at me in disbelief. Her eyes were filled with anger and disappointment.

Everyone present clenched their teeth and glared at me, as though I were some unforgivable sinner.

Sylvia suddenly shot to her feet and grabbed the lapels of my suit jacket.

"Zachary! Even if Raven is in a coma now, she saved me and our child! How can you do this?" she cried out.

I responded, "I'm making use of her final value! Who would dare ask a patient in a vegetative state to pay her debts? This lawsuit will be unprecedented. I'm destined to leave my mark on legal history!"

"You disgust me, Zachary. You aren't the man you used to be. You used to respect my wishes and listen to me!" Sylvia said.

Upon hearing that, I looked at her intently.

What she said was true. Previously, I had obeyed her every word. Everyone in our neighborhood knew I was a henpecked husband.

But now, all I wanted was fame.

"I'm a lawyer. This case will bring me both fame and fortune. Why would I give up this golden opportunity? I'm not a fool," I said.

Then, I glanced at Harlan, who was still standing to one side with a dazed expression.

"Don't just stand there. Go on!" I urged.

Harlan snapped out of it and nodded frantically. He walked over to the car.

Seeing how ruthless I had become, Sylvia trembled with fury. She was usually gentle and demure. But now, she suddenly jumped up and blocked Harlan with frigteningly bloodshot eyes.

She screamed, "Zachary! She's the neighbor you see day in and day out. She's your friend and also the one who saved your wife! She's in a vegetative state now, so her treatment will cost a fortune. What do you expect her family to do?

"Or are you just that reluctant to pay her even a single cent?"

I looked straight at her with my arms crossed and sneered. "Her husband will handle her affairs. He's the one who should support her elderly mother. Which law states that the person who was saved has the obligation to support their savior's family?"

Sylvia countered, "But out of basic humanity, shouldn't you at least give something?"

Her expression remained desperate and pleading, but every word she spoke was intended to guilt-trip me.

Then, she gave me her final ultimatum. "I'll ask you one last time. Will you give me the money or not?"

I didn't hesitate for a moment as I shouted, "None of this is my damn business!"