My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

The woman seemed to be frustrated. She looked at Eunice and scolded, "Do you just follow whatever he wants blindly? Don't you know that he has high blood pressure and he can't just eat anything he wants? Also, don't assume that I don't know what you're up to. My father is not clearheaded. Are you trying to coax him into marrying you, so that when he dies, you would get his assets? Stop daydreaming. It's impossible. Now get out of here. This is your payment for taking care of him recently. Don't show your face in front of us ever again."

The woman flung a stack of money onto Eunice's face. Then, she left with the old man while Eunice stood at the table, motionless. She was being silently judged by the people in the restaurant as if they were watching a soap opera. Although the conversation only lasted a few minutes, it was enough for everyone to interpret what was going on.

her a lot of monetary compensation for their breakup? Why did she have to take care of an old man with dementia for money? Beside, based on their interactions just now, it was obvious that she

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sight and didn't know what to say. We all had to make our own decisions for ourselves. We couldn't be sure whether our choices were good

the money, she got up and caught sight of me. She was startled for a moment and then sneered. "What a coincidence. Miss Reid, how embarrassing that you ended up seeing me like this." I bit my lips, lowered my head, and murmured, "You have so many options. Why do you

brilliant? You see, I've only taken care of him for a few days, but I've already gotten tens of thousands of dollars, not including the money that the old man gave me. You say there are so many options. Yes, I do have options. With my current education and circumstances, I can find a nine-to-five job with a salary of a few thousand dollars. I will work