But he couldn't say that.
"I'm so sorry," he said, patting Michael's shoulder. "If you need anything, just ask."
"Kevin left me something," Michael said, shaking his head. "A shoebox, filled with old bills that reek of blood. But now I'm so torn about what to do."
He tugged at his hair in anguish. "I want to be a doctor, Li Wei. I want to save people. But am I supposed to use blood money to pay my tuition? It just feels so... disgusting. I don't want to use it, but I can't bring myself to hand it over to the police or just throw it away. Kevin gave his life for this money."
"So, what are you thinking right now?" Li Wei asked. "Don't make any big decisions just yet. You probably need some time to process all this."
"What time is it, the day after tomorrow?" he asked again.
