The Seventh Beat

Summary

On the day Julian Astor received the Global Philanthropist Award, I was given my death sentence. The doctors told me there was no more money to replace my artificial heart.

On the television, the host asked Julian to make a call to the person he regretted most. Without hesitation, he dialed my number.

I answered the call, listening as Julian asked, “Did you ever regret leaving me for money?”

I glanced at the colossal bill for a new artificial heart. A faint, bitter laugh escaped me. “Julian, you’re so incredibly rich. Could you lend me two hundred thousand dollars?”