I had cancer, and my son's gold-digging girlfriend immediately took all of our family's money. She even claimed it was her bride price, saying I couldn't spend a single cent of it, even if I died out there. In the end, I missed my best chance at treatment, and my condition worsened until I had little time left. Overcome with rage and grief, I dragged her off a building with me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment I first met my son's gold-digging girlfriend. And I could hear her thoughts. That's when I realized she wasn't the gold-digger after all.
