The gleaming golden Toyota Auris shimmered under the streetlights, its polished surface reflecting the city’s neon glow. A car of such striking opulence was bound to turn heads, but tonight, it was not just the vehicle’s color that drew attention—it was its driver. Just a day prior, Tom Jones had been seen on Facebook Live, his face drenched in tears, pleading for the kindness of strangers. He had sobbed into his camera, lamenting his impending doom due to an undisclosed yet apparently fatal illness, and begged the public for donations to fund a life-saving medical operation.

Yet, here he is, barely 24 hours later, behind the wheel of a flashy golden ride, a stark contradiction to his pitiful, near-death portrayal on social media.

“Don’t play with our time, young man Tom Jones,” screams an angry complainant. “I caught you driving a golden Toyota Auris! How did you manage to jump into a car soon after crying on Facebook Live that you need a life-saving medical operation for which you are asking for money from the public?”

Tom hesitates, his hands gripping the steering wheel as his wide eyes darted around in search of an escape route. The confrontation is swift and unrelenting.

Jones clears his throat, but his voice wavers. “I—I can explain,” as he stammers.