The day Jacob Clark won the Nobel Prize, I was lying in my rental apartment, enduring the agony that stomach cancer brought me.
During the interview, the reporter asked Jacob to call someone he could never forget.
Without any hesitation, Jacob immediately dialed my number.
After the call connected, he only asked me one question:
"Evelyn, you broke up with me because you thought I had no future. Do you regret it now?"
Evelyn Collins is my name.
Looking at the IV tube inserted in my body, I smiled.
"Jacob, you're a great scientist now. Could you lend me $500,000?"
Jacob immediately hung up the phone.
Afterward, Jacob sneered at the interview camera:
"Now, I don't remember that person anymore."
But he didn't know that when he had his car accident, I gave him everything I had, including one of my kidneys.
