from Tiffany.
Seeing its contents, I didn’t even think before throwing off the blanket and leaving the hospital. My stomach churned, but I couldn’t let that slow me down.
When I arrived at the café, Tiffany was there, waiting leisurely.
“Will you lend me the seventy thousand?” I asked directly.
She took a small sip of her coffee, her expression mocking. “Sure. But on one condition.”
Even if it were ten conditions, I would have agreed without hesitation.
“Stay away from Elliott. If you promise that, the money is yours,” she said, pulling a bank card from her bag and waving it lightly in the air.
I hesitated. One side was my critically ill mother, and the other was the man I loved. I had no choice.
I reached for the card, but before I could grab it, another hand snatched it away.
It was Elliott, his face dark with anger.
I stared at him in disbelief. How was he here?
Seeing the smug satisfaction in Tiffany’s eyes, I instantly understood.
Elliott snapped the card in half and threw the pieces onto the ground. His voice was cold and sharp.
“Candice, I really underestimated you. The act you put on before was quite convincing, but now, for a mere seventy thousand, you can’t keep up the pretense? If you’d played your part a little longer, I might’ve even given you a hundred and fifty thousand.”
I didn’t argue. My gaze fell to the broken card on the floor. I reached out, hoping to salvage the situation somehow.
Before I could touch it, his foot stomped down, grinding it into the ground.
“I despise women like you, willing to do anything for money,” he said coldly. “If money is what you want, then I’ll make sure you get none. Not from me, not from anyone else.”
Turning to Tiffany, he added, “If anyone dares to give Candice money, they’re going against me. Against my family.”
With that, he stormed out, his entourage following close behind.
I sank to the ground, staring at the shattered card fragments. Tears spilled from my eyes, falling unchecked.
My phone rang suddenly, the sound cutting through the silence.
It was Dr. Wright.
“Candice, you need to come to the hospital immediately. Your mother’s condition has worsened,” he said.
A jolt of adrenaline shot through me. I scrambled to my feet, nearly collapsing from dizziness.
By the time I staggered into the hospital, Dr. Wright met me at the door. He shook his head solemnly, stepping aside to reveal my mother lying lifeless on the bed behind him.
She was gone. Forever.
